<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953</id><updated>2012-01-20T21:04:51.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Laugh Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>342</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-358657781019211146</id><published>2012-01-18T16:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T16:21:55.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sisterly love!  I have 3 amazing sisters so I know how great it is to have one.  I am so happy that these two get to experience the greatness of having a sister.  Right now it's easy.  Mia is the baby, Ella adores her and she does no wrong.  Soon she'll be getting into her things.  Giving her attitude back.  And as the they grow, sure they will fight like crazy, get mad that one is bothering them, upset that one is wearing the others clothes, so on and so on.  But they also get to share the wonderfulness of sharing secrets, laughter over inside jokes, staying up late talking (they'll sure a room) making fun of their parents, always being there for each other, ganging up on their brothers, and having a best friend forever.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/01--8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/IMG_2572-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-358657781019211146?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/358657781019211146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=358657781019211146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/358657781019211146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/358657781019211146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2012/01/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-3343677007534174857</id><published>2012-01-17T14:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T14:50:21.619-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryder Scott</title><content type='html'>Back in October Ryder turned 4.  I never posted about my four year old guy so I thought I would do it now.  First off, let's talk about taking this guy's pic.  He is definitely going through the awkward smile.  When telling him to smile he returns back with the most forced big smile ever.  I tried all my tricks having him make funny faces usually brings on a natural smile but as soon as the funny face went the big ole grin made it's appearance again.  At least, Annie and I got some good chuckles from the picture taking.  Finally, I got one that I felt was more of Ry's natural smile.  And I guess the rest of the pics are just him, Ryder at 4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  a little about my guy.  Ryder at four is just a happy little guy.  He is all boy but with a little of a sensitive heart.  He is a people pleaser.  Especially with his Daddy.  Daddy can get him to do about anything as long as he thinks Daddy is happy with him.  As I stated earlier, he has a grin that goes ear to ear.  And I see that grin all day long.  He played soccer for the first time this last fall.  Jason coached him.  The first game he would just run up and down the field with the biggest smile on his face, looking at the sideline and making sure I saw him.  So cute.  Then after the second game he started scoring and that was the end of that.  He loved to score and he was pretty quick so usually scored a few goals a game.  He even got upset when he didn't score more than he thought he should.  He's definitely a little competitive.  He loves sports and it'll be fun for him to get more involved in them.  He'll be playing Tball this Spring.  He's my more easy going kid as of now.  He still gives me hugs and kisses.  Hopefully, he doesn't think he's too old for that any time soon. I am excited for this next year and all the first that he'll get to do.  Makes me sad about my baby boy getting big but I can't wait to be on the front row watching every one of those firsts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/IMG_1347.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/IMG_1378.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/IMG_1391.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/IMG_1409.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-3343677007534174857?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/3343677007534174857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=3343677007534174857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3343677007534174857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3343677007534174857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2012/01/ryder-scott.html' title='Ryder Scott'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-4140092553574798227</id><published>2012-01-16T14:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T14:47:13.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My little precious is officially everywhere.  I leave the room for two seconds and I find her either in her brothers' room, her room, our bathroom or kitchen trying to find some scraps on the floor.  The other day I heard some clanking and found her pulling up on the dishwasher door.  She had a lot of focus on a certain spoon.  After various attempts, behold victory and she crawled away, spoon in hand, very proud of herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/IMG_2589-.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/IMG_2587-.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/IMG_2603-.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-4140092553574798227?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/4140092553574798227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=4140092553574798227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/4140092553574798227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/4140092553574798227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2012/01/everywhere.html' title='Everywhere'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-1174090621895129374</id><published>2012-01-12T20:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T20:20:56.097-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We had a great Christmas this year.  Like always it seems to go by too fast.  We had a our little family Christmas before we left for Woodward.  Jason always reads about Jesus's birth to the kids and then they gift their gifts from us.  We had a nice little evening spending time together.  Then that weekend we headed to Woodward.  We always have such a great time with family and this year was no different.  The kids go to bed so great on Christmas eve and they really didn't wake up too early.  The ran into the living room and were in awe with what Santa had brought.  I may need to have a talk with Santa.  Not so sure my children deserved all they got. :) I also heard Ella mumble to herself, "Man, I must have been good this year." After church we had the big family Christmas.  And every year I can't believe what mom's living room looks like after everyone devours the gifts.  You can't see an inch of her ground.  I am sure she wouldn't change anything.  It was a great Christmas and I am sure it'll be Christmas 2012 before I know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YeDMITu7Zgg/Tw-SEj7oUdI/AAAAAAAACxs/AsPEkwP5J8M/s400/IMG_2471-.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696932660709446098" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-73eGPHXHHBA/Tw-SEv1GmmI/AAAAAAAACx0/HRJSbA4RpUw/s400/IMG_2472-.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696932663903296098" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P_1zLqzZzwU/Tw-SEwKZY-I/AAAAAAAACx8/VELst6HqgbQ/s400/IMG_2478-.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696932663992607714" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-czNF_Hr5wC4/Tw-SUoXzB3I/AAAAAAAACzY/GRQPYCti1a8/s400/IMG_2501-.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696932936779237234" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-89VIpj3CWYU/Tw-Sc5Jl_gI/AAAAAAAACzk/0tJYcQTyUSs/s1600/IMG_2504-.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-89VIpj3CWYU/Tw-Sc5Jl_gI/AAAAAAAACzk/0tJYcQTyUSs/s400/IMG_2504-.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696933078722018818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-1174090621895129374?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/1174090621895129374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=1174090621895129374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/1174090621895129374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/1174090621895129374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-2011.html' title='Christmas 2011'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YeDMITu7Zgg/Tw-SEj7oUdI/AAAAAAAACxs/AsPEkwP5J8M/s72-c/IMG_2471-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-5261282263082714491</id><published>2012-01-10T19:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T21:06:32.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reviving the blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok, so I am going to try and post and take more pics this year.  I thought before I start this year off with my awesome blogging skills I should do a quick, kind of, backtrack of the last few months.  I was looking through my pics and I did such a horrible job taking pics so all these but one are from my phone.  Anyway, her is the last few months summed up with pics and a few descriptions.  Here we go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mia had her stent taken out and everything went well.  We are now in the waiting period to see if the stent worked and to see if her kidney has good function.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KhhJhM2AUCg/TwznlKzTCwI/AAAAAAAACvE/wYYbExBH6OY/s400/IMG_0646.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696182254457522946" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a lot of dress up days at school.  Rock star day was Ella's favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-muuKCEE8Uag/Twznljof4II/AAAAAAAACvQ/GCD2WN16biE/s400/IMG_0662.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696182261123113090" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took our yearly trip to Branson with the family.  We had a blast and rode the Polar Express.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Pnt3iwFh3w/TwznmYPrLJI/AAAAAAAACvo/z0yoGD5Q-yw/s400/IMG_0734.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696182275246075026" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_uxxRfA1l5U/Twznlwu6L_I/AAAAAAAACvc/LlSqrIL54NU/s400/IMG_0723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696182264639664114" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed at these cool cabins and Brock slept on a pallet every night and the last night there Jason found him under the bed in the morning.  Still snoozing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fHE1YA6HEuA/TwznnM8SqvI/AAAAAAAACvw/sXHOY4GNNw4/s400/IMG_0749.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696182289391856370" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went on my annual shopping with my sisters and my mom on Black Friday.  My wonderful husband kept the kids all by himself and even went to the store with them all. Crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pNzaneJbsoE/Twzo7ExblBI/AAAAAAAACwA/01GVwNXjr-k/s400/IMG_0787.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696183730307830802" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little precious baby turned 9 months!  Still the best baby.  Sleeps good, eats good, just all around good!  She started scooting around.  Still not able to roll from her back to her belly.  No worries a few months from this point she'll get it. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/01--7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sister love!  Precious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WCF-GBqxh0o/Twzo-x3J6VI/AAAAAAAACwM/VG0pfn2VpBE/s400/IMG_0789.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696183793951041874" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys got a bunk bed!  They love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E2YkrCbqwBw/Twzo_BMA3aI/AAAAAAAACwY/tj7D5QsuWJ4/s400/IMG_0818.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696183798065061282" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annie and I hosted a table at our Church's Ladies Christmas Tea.  Had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yTXWBVSzbp4/Twzo_tpSd8I/AAAAAAAACwk/Kodmiej73bs/s400/IMG_0831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696183809999009730" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got wood floors and LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RETZu1McxHk/TwzpAdeNfNI/AAAAAAAACww/gFVEcYBzOPc/s400/IMG_0861.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696183822837447890" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched the girls in dance class!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1j_Qhy1DgGY/Twzpdggc3SI/AAAAAAAACw8/RRa7DTdyAvQ/s400/IMG_0869.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696184321868356898" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learned to check and see if your son goes to bed with a red marker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EEHZOkXXf_M/Twzpd30wHbI/AAAAAAAACxI/LGEoWPMxw3s/s400/IMG_0884.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696184328127520178" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoyed the school Christmas parties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CxccMenSe_g/TwzpeRTBYII/AAAAAAAACxQ/ExWFP0fSvwE/s400/IMG_0903.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696184334965366914" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And got ready to celebrate Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGBTkCCRlXA/TwzpeuDyNUI/AAAAAAAACxg/Lq3KiCCNDw0/s400/IMG_0917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696184342686086466" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Up next I will hopefully blog about Christmas and then blog about all the new updates of my house.  Here's to a new beginning of blogging and to be MUCH better at it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-5261282263082714491?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/5261282263082714491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=5261282263082714491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/5261282263082714491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/5261282263082714491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2012/01/reviving-blog.html' title='Reviving the blog!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KhhJhM2AUCg/TwznlKzTCwI/AAAAAAAACvE/wYYbExBH6OY/s72-c/IMG_0646.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-5022595076517543051</id><published>2011-11-04T11:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T12:05:21.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Can't believe that October is gone.  This year is flying by.  Halloween went great this year.  We had nice weather and the kids were in good moods.  Well, after letting Brock take is costume off anyways.  So Ella was a genie.  She changed her mind every week on what she wanted to be.  A zombie bride, black cat super hero, ghost, vampire, etc.  She finally decided to be Jasmine.  I couldn't find a Jasmine outfit so when I showed her this one she was sold.  Ryder was Buzz.  He loved his costume.  Brock was a, go to the store the day of Halloween and find the only thing left in his size, rocket.  He loved it at first but after about 5 houses of trick or treating he was done.  I think the arm constriction didn't please him.  Mia was an adorable flapper girl.  The costume my Aunt made for Ella when she was 6 months old.  Mia is 8 months and the costume fit her perfectly.  She is my tiny girl.  We started off the evening going by my Uncle and Aunt's house.  They are so great to my kids.  Aunt Brenda gave them a special treat.  From there the kids wanted to do some trick or treating.  They were so funny.  They would run from house to house.  When I say run it was more like a full out sprint.  So funny.  We would see the older ones take off then following behind was a cute rocket and a pink pig (Ruby).  After a few houses we went up to the church for their trunk or treat.  There was a lot of cars and my kids got tons of candy.  We got home about 8:30 and Jason took Ella and Ryder around to a few more houses in our neighborhood.  They came home with TONS of candy.  Sad thing is it hasn't even been a week and that candy pile is considerably a lot smaller than when it started.  We love our sweets around here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O5WlsHgDJ1s/TrQWr5ZJeGI/AAAAAAAACsg/DaPsEzckpKM/s400/IMG_0998.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671182774162782306" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IT2GMyTNfbA/TrQWse1NRmI/AAAAAAAACso/Nrqgq2Zf6YU/s400/IMG_1006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671182784212584034" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9v-oA5P7Zw8/TrQWswyt2hI/AAAAAAAACs8/JEjVWwEASfI/s400/IMG_1011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671182789033974290" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L3o4sYALPIM/TrQW8CPC2cI/AAAAAAAACuA/nEj2xCQD2ZI/s400/IMG_1091.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671183051414231490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-5022595076517543051?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/5022595076517543051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=5022595076517543051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/5022595076517543051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/5022595076517543051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-2011.html' title='Halloween 2011'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O5WlsHgDJ1s/TrQWr5ZJeGI/AAAAAAAACsg/DaPsEzckpKM/s72-c/IMG_0998.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-6988837722416365725</id><published>2011-09-09T16:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T17:00:35.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months</title><content type='html'>Actually she is 7 months old today but I haven't taken her 7 month old pics yet.  I still don't want to think that my baby is getting closer to one.  She is such a great baby and I just get sad thinking that this is the last baby stuff I'll do.  And all you girls (you know who you are)  this is my LAST baby.;)  Anyway, she still sleeps crazy good.  She is still laid back as ever.  She doesn't roll from her back to her belly yet but I think she'll get that down pretty soon.  She can set up pretty good by herself but not for too long.  She loves her sister and brothers.  They can get her laughing and it is so cute.  If she is playing in the living room and I walk by she follows me the whole time just grinning at me.  So adorable.  She still doesn't have any teeth.  But it won't be long.  She drools like crazy.  She is getting really good at grabbing on to things and then that usually goes straight to her mouth.  She is our little precious and I can't get enough of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/01--6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/03--8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/02--10.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-6988837722416365725?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/6988837722416365725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=6988837722416365725' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/6988837722416365725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/6988837722416365725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2011/09/6-months.html' title='6 months'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-5667376745425529116</id><published>2011-09-06T19:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T20:40:49.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We headed to Woodward for the weekend.  We usually go camping.  But we didn't end up getting spots this year.  I was so upset that we weren't camping. (note the sarcasm)  It was so nice not to have to take a baby camping and sleep in a tent.  Anyway, we got to spend time with the family and the weather was beautiful.  We celebrated the September birthdays while we were all together.  That's four.  Yes, four in one month.  Fun times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here is Max contemplating on whether he should pull the card on his birthday gift.  It says "PULL card if you like the Sooners."  It was from us and the Luthis'.  We talked him into it.  But it wasn't that hard to do, hmmmmm.:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/03-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/02-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/01-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/04.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heidi got the great gift from Bert's parents.  A curved mirror.  She LOVED it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/05.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So did a lot of people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/06.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/07.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/08.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/09.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/10.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/11.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh wait, where was Brock? On the Ipad ALL weekend.  He has a problem.  A serious problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/12.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-5667376745425529116?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/5667376745425529116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=5667376745425529116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/5667376745425529116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/5667376745425529116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2011/09/labor-day-weekend.html' title='Labor Day Weekend.'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-8285772728280590964</id><published>2011-08-29T14:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T14:38:27.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryders goes to Preschool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today was my boy's first day of preschool.  He has been so excited to go ever since his sister started up.  It is only two days a week from 9 to 12.  He didn't care one bit that we were leaving him didn't even really tell us bye.  So two of my kids have not cared one bit that I have left them for school.  I wonder if this should cause concern that they don't care.  Oh well, I still got two more to go to show me that they love me and will miss me.:)  Being home with only two little ones and Mia sleeping most of the time was a little weird and pleasantly quiet.  Quiet when of course the Ipad wasn't giving Brock trouble.  We have a little Ipad addict, but more on that later.  So, after picking Ryder up from school he went on and on about what they did.  Something about a school bus (they colored one), race tracks (painted more), and then a lady and a squash (I am guessing maybe a book they read?.)  Anyway, he told me he loved it and can't wait to go again.  He did have one suggestion.  That they give him a drink.  "You know a drink with a lid."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, he already has the goofy, forced smile down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/01--5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/02--9.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently it was a little bright outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/03--7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/04--5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Didn't even give us a little look or wave goodbye.  He was at school and his family was old news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/05--5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-8285772728280590964?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/8285772728280590964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=8285772728280590964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/8285772728280590964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/8285772728280590964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2011/08/ryders-goes-to-preschool.html' title='Ryders goes to Preschool!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-2990532903479154885</id><published>2011-08-22T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T15:18:49.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2011</title><content type='html'>Thought I would put together a video of our summer since I did such a horrible job blogging about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VSWkRu7IAr8?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-2990532903479154885?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/2990532903479154885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=2990532903479154885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/2990532903479154885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/2990532903479154885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-2011.html' title='Summer 2011'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VSWkRu7IAr8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-6569281725224322967</id><published>2011-08-18T14:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T14:24:06.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's over.  That's right summer break and school is here! I have mixed feelings about it.  Loved our laid back, sleep till 10 summer schedule.  But that made me so lazy and I didn't get much accomplished.  Now that school is back time to get motivated and get some stuff done.  Being on a scheduled routine should help this.  And the kids will go to bed earlier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So here is my girl.  My first grader.  I know sounds weird.  So say she was excited about school would be an understatement.  She was so excited to go to sleep.  You would have thought it was Christmas Eve.  She bounded out of bed this morning ready to go.  She had a smile on her face the whole time she ate breakfast.  After she got dressed and hair fixed she looked herself over and with a grin said "Ok, now I look like a first grader."  We rushed everyone in the car.  It's me, so of course we didn't leave exactly when I wanted to.  Hey, at least she wasn't late.  The whole family walked her into her school and off to her room.  Walking right in with a little extra jump in her step.  She put her things away and gave her teacher a morning hug.  Her teacher seems super sweet.  I hope she is a good fit for my spunky gal.  She gave me and her daddy a hug and went right to her desk as if she knew what she was doing.  I guess it's true.  She is a pro at school now, right? I mean she has been to Kindergarten.  I know 1st grade is a big year with many new things and I hope she has a love for learning and does great.   I am anxious to hear all about her first day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/01-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/03.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/02.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-6569281725224322967?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/6569281725224322967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=6569281725224322967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/6569281725224322967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/6569281725224322967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2011/08/school-time.html' title='School Time!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-2852627093540409787</id><published>2011-07-30T11:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T17:59:42.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ella Bella at 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ella turned 6 back in May and I just got around to taking her pic the other day.  My eldest is 6!  I feel like I might possibly always talk or tell negative stories on my little priss.  She is a stubborn, sassy thing with a big personality that can well, drive me a little nutty sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, today it is going to be about her awesomeness!  Because she is and it needs to be said. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Where do I start.  This past year has been a big one for Ella.  She started all day school with Kindergarten.  I have seen her grow so much.  She was loved by her teacher and her classmates.  She made tons of new friends.  She also got several little awards at school when a teacher caught her showing kindness.  She became a big sister to a little sister.  She's such a good sister.  She helps me with so much.  She entertains her brothers at times and keeps them occupied for hours on end.  She also, will hold and talk to Mia while I rush around to get things together.  She took another year of dance.  She has turned into quite the performer.  She loves the stage and I do believe the stage loves her.  She is always asking me when I will put her on TV.  She played T-ball for the first time this last Spring.  She turned out to be pretty good.  And so fashionable with her pink glove, pink helmet and pink bat.  She has a love of drawing.  Everyday at some point of the day she'll set down to color and draw pictures.  I hope she takes after her Mimi and gets some artistic ability.  She learned to swim last summer but has just got that much better this summer.  She also started gymanstics a few months ago.  She is in love.  She would go everyday if I let her.  Oh, she also lost her first tooth.  She has been wanting to loose one for so long.  Always asking me if she had one loose.  To my surprise when one became loose my, not so brave girl, insisted on getting it out.  After many attempts at pulling, using a string, etc. we finally got it.  Her excited, one less tooth of a smile said it all.  She has such a big and kind heart.  Every night when we pray she always reminds me to pray for her friends and family and that Shanobi can have clean drinking water.  Shanobi, is the name of the the little girl we support through Compassion.  This year a terrible tornado hit my cousin, Jake's, home.  They were all kept safe but lost almost everything.  My little precious Ella wanted to give Rylie and Beau all of her toys because "they need them and it will make them feel so much better."  She loves church.  I hope she never looses this.  She enjoys the kid musicals and hanging out with her friends.  We have such a great group of friends with some great kids.  We are blessed.  She has also made the most important decision of her life.  She accepted Christ as her Savior.  Cannot explain how this makes me feel as a mother.  Her life is forever changed for the better.  There are some sweet moments were she is telling me a very important story and I can just stare into her precious little face with those bright blue eyes and that adorable cabbage patch dimple and see a glimpse of my little round face baby girl.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is my girl.  My 6 year old girl.  Who brings me so much joy.  Who can bust out the dance moves.  Who can make me laugh like no one else.  My little shopping buddy.  Who once told me that "even when I get bigger, you know, become a teenager, we'll still be friends."  I will hold you to that my love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/Girls/01-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/Girls/03.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/Girls/04-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/Girls/candid3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/Girls/05-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/Girls/IMG_8756.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/Girls/07.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-2852627093540409787?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/2852627093540409787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=2852627093540409787' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/2852627093540409787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/2852627093540409787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2011/07/ella-bella-at-6.html' title='Ella Bella at 6'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/Girls/th_01-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-7242882133724367264</id><published>2011-07-30T10:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T17:58:37.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Mia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am so behind in posting.  I don't know if I'll ever catch up.  There isn't much time left this summer and I am going to challenge myself to get this blog active again.  So anyway, here goes the first of many posts! :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my little Miss.  These are her 5 month pics.  Yes, she's 5 months.  Can't believe it.  I really need her to slow down.  She's my last baby and it makes me sad that it is going by so fast.  She is such a great baby.  She is laid back, happy and puts up with her siblings.  She is a great sleeper.  Well, great probably doesn't describe it that well.  She is an AMAZING sleeper.  She'll go down for bed around 8:30 - 9:00 and if we don't have to go anywhere in the morning I am usually waking her up around 11.  This will all change in a couple of weeks once school starts so I am enjoying it for nnow.  Right now it's 11:15 and she is still snoozing.  She takes really long naps also.   She just loves to sleep like her momma.  I have recently started some baby food.  She is getting better but until they get the "eating with spoon" down, I don't care for it too much.  One of my favorite moments with her is when she first wakes up, from either morning or a nap.  She just grins at you with a sleeping grin that is the best.  She's always in a great mood and she doesn't have to eat right away so she usually lays on the floor while her sister and brothers get some Mia time.  This usually consists of a lot of baby talk and somewhat tickling while she just grins away.  She has also just started giggling.  She is ticklish and tickling right under her chin can usually bring out that adorable little giggle.  I really can't get enough of her.  I just want to squish her, hold her, and eat her up.  She is my doll baby and forever will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Every time I look at her I can't help but think how much she looks like Ella.  Ella's baby pics look just like Mia.  Ella loves this by the way.  Ella was a little plumper, but Mia is definitely starting to fill out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/Girls/01.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/Girls/02.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/Girls/04.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/Girls/05.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/Girls/candid1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little angel at 4 months old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/Girls/01-.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And at 3 months old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/Girls/01--1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Update on her kidney.  She has had many tests and procedures in her short five month life.  At least a couple a month.  The Dr has decided that surgery is her best bet in helping her kidney function properly.  Her left kidney has function is just doesn't drain like it's suppose to.  This is a much better prognosis considering before she was born we didn't think she would have any function of that kidney at all.  Prayer works and God is good.   It hasn't caused her any problems so far but it is something that needs to be taken care of before it starts to.  So September is the month.  It's a lengthy procedure and she'll be in the hospital a few days.  I hate thinking about my baby having surgery but I know that this has to be done.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-7242882133724367264?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/7242882133724367264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=7242882133724367264' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/7242882133724367264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/7242882133724367264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2011/07/photobucket.html' title='Miss Mia'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/Girls/th_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-1292423788965865083</id><published>2011-06-12T16:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T16:43:27.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Days 1, 2 &amp; 3!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I really meant to blog everyday for 10 days straight on what we did and how we survived when Daddy was gone on the mission's trip. Well, a good idea, but not quite happening. I try to get around to it at night but, the time I get the kids down I am just too exhausted. So let's see if I can find time during the day to get the rest of the days blogged. Here's to hoping!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Day 1. This wasn't actually a whole day since this is the day Jason left and he didn't leave till 10:30. The kids and I took him to the church and said our goodbyes. The littlest three don't understand that he'll be gone 10 days. Ella got really emotional as Jason rode away. She was crying that she was really going to miss him. I gave her some hugs and then she said "He is going to miss me too." So, we went home had some lunch. Gave Ryder a Mohawk because ever since he saw Max and Ben he has been obsessed. I thought it's summertime, let's just do it. I mean I do have to cut his and Brock's hair every 2 weeks anyway. So it happened and Ryder fell in love with himself all over again. Every 10 minutes going to check himself out in the mirror. It was pretty funny. I even once heard him tell himself, while looking in the mirror, "nice haircut." So the boys and Mia laid down for a nap. After nap time we loaded up and headed to Kain's birthday party. It was a swimming party and the kids were ready. Mia just hung out. Ella and Ryder stayed in the pool pretty much the whole time and Brock, well he played with the dogs. He is not a big fan of the pool. It does kind of make it easier on me. We had a good time visiting with family and letting the kids play. We came home took some quick baths and got all the kids laid down. AWWWWW, time to relax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2. First day to get all the kids ready for church on my own. I will be honest and admit something. On Sunday mornings my husband does so much. Ok, like almost everything. He gets the kids up, feeds them breakfast, dresses them and gets them in the car. Hey, I at least do Ella's hair and the boys are pretty easy to get ready. So this morning, I got up earlier and it was hard because I got like 4 hours of sleep. I was tired. I got the kids ready and got to church only 10 minutes late. It was a great service. Afterwards, lunch with the Harrels at Mazzios was the plan. It wasn't too bad. The rest of the day was pretty lazy. Put the three youngest down for a nap. Ella made a chain link.  She made one 10 links long.  She then removes one everyday till Daddy comes home.  It helps her see how many days left till he gets back.  I tried to nap also, but didn't happen. Later, I got the kids ready to go back to church for evening service. The easiest way for me to load my kids up is to get the three oldest ready. Fed, clothes, shoes and then in the car. Then I go get Mia out of bed. She is ALWAYS in bed. Sleeps all the time I tell ya. Anyway, get her out. Change her diaper and put her in the car. She always eats at the destination of where we go. When I went to go her I smelled a funny smell. Yea, you know the smell. She had an explosive diaper. Great. I am already trying to leave early and now I have to deal with this. I started changing her and realized it was not a quick changer but a bath was needed. So with the quickest bath and change ever I was only 5 minutes late to evening church. Not too bad, but I am Sunday night nursery hostess and I am suppose to be there early so that didn't happen. Annie was able to help me out till I got there. After church I found myself hanging out there a little longer, letting the kids play in the gym. I was trying to kill sometime before bed. It worked. Got home and began the exhausting bedtime routine to get all the kids down. Then time to relax. I was so tired from no sleep the night before so I tried to go to bed earlier. Only to have the chills and aches, tossing and turning feeling like poo. I finally took some meds at around 3 am. Then was able to fall asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3. I woke up around 9, probably by Ry coming into my room. That's OK, because I had to get the kids up so I could make it to the gym by 10. I felt horrible from now two nights of no sleep. Regardless, I got the kids around. My mornings go something like this. Get dressed. Get the three oldest up. Get them all some kind of breakfast. Go round up clothes for all of them. Make a bottle for Mia. Start dressing them once they get done. Probably telling Ella to get her shoes on the whole time. All are dressed. Go fill Brock's cup up. Try to get them to the car with about 5 threats. Grab Mia's diaper bag, make sure it is filled. Then go get sleeping beauty up. Change, dress her. In the car she goes. Chug down a breakfast drink. Arrive at the gym. Drag 4 kids in, also threatening for them to hurry. Drop off at child watch. And then go to my class to start my second workout for the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The workout was horrible. I felt horrible and it was horrible! After a hour of HORRIBLENESS and go and get the kids. Using all the strength I have to carry Mia's car seat with baby in it to the car while trying to keep the others following. Annie and me then take all the kids to the library. We have to start the reading program. Why not today, when I feel and look like poo? After getting our books and so ready to leave with the kids getting too loud we are off to the house. Lunch was had. Then nap time. Glorious nap time. I could get nothing done during nap time because I still felt like yuck. So anyway, I loaded the kids up around 4:45 to go to gymnastics. We stayed there an hour. Then I got the kids some drive thru dinner. Then I tried to get medicine but CVS's computer was down so that didn't happen. Then we were off to the ball fields. I took Ella's team T-ball pics. Oh and Ella was a peach.  She was mad because I didn't let her hold her pink bat in the pic.  We were in a hurry.  The "pink" bat was not right there to use and all the other kids used this bat.  Anyway, I was irritated, tired and hot.  So her pictures stayed the way they are with the lovely expression. (see below) Then we had a 8:20 ball game. By the time the game came to an end. Mia, Brock and me had had it. I was so ready to go home. I was struggling to stay awake on the way home. Got home around 9:45. HAD to give baths because they were playing in dirt at the ball fields. Fastest baths ever were taken and then got all kids into bed. Then I crashed and finally got some decent sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pics throughout days 1, 2, and 3!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L-Z4aXJVNvk/TfUwOC7qoVI/AAAAAAAACsQ/QRQO9c7cOUM/s1600/IMG_1113.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L-Z4aXJVNvk/TfUwOC7qoVI/AAAAAAAACsQ/QRQO9c7cOUM/s400/IMG_1113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617449128077992274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kzH90DSNrHs/TfUwNp2msrI/AAAAAAAACsI/-jC7FVZ6sKg/s1600/IMG_1112.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 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src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5145/5809046533_c26bdc4e3f_b.jpg" width="500" height="700" alt="12" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-1292423788965865083?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/1292423788965865083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=1292423788965865083' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/1292423788965865083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/1292423788965865083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2011/06/days-1-2-3.html' title='Days 1, 2 &amp; 3!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L-Z4aXJVNvk/TfUwOC7qoVI/AAAAAAAACsQ/QRQO9c7cOUM/s72-c/IMG_1113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-8680703621393148409</id><published>2011-05-08T22:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T22:28:39.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>This is my first post from my phone.  Hopefully, it'll work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great Mother's Day. It kinda started on Saturday when I slept in and woke up to Jason cleaning the house. It was great. Then I left for a few hours of kidless shopping. Also great.  Then spent the evening just hanging out with the family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up Sunday and while getting ready for church I had three little cuties bring me each a card.  They were so proud of themselves.  Ryder wanted his card back. He just loved the stickers he put on it. I also received a gift card.  Just perfect.  Off to church we went.  It was a great service.  I even won a pie for having one of the newest babies!  Annie jokes that I win  this pie every year.  Har, har.  I told her we are just trying to win the pie for the most kids. JK  We then had a great lunch with the Harrels and new friends. Jason cooked and cleaned up.  That was nice.  Relaxed most of the afternoon before heading back to the evening church service.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that being a mother is one of the hardest jobs there is.  No other job can cause so much stress and frustration. But I also feel that no other job can cause so much joy as well.  The love for my kids can't be described.  My heart lives outside of my body in four parts.  I am so blessed that I was chosen to be their mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.flickr.com/photos/35107123@N00/5702277182/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2196/5702277182_af602a3a54_z.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-posted from IPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-8680703621393148409?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/8680703621393148409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=8680703621393148409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/8680703621393148409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/8680703621393148409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2011/05/mother-day.html' title='Mother&amp;#39;s Day'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2196/5702277182_af602a3a54_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-2014303017734258307</id><published>2011-05-04T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T15:13:51.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5687705043/" title="07 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5304/5687705043_d037b4e808_b.jpg" width="500" height="700" alt="07" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-2014303017734258307?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/2014303017734258307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=2014303017734258307' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/2014303017734258307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/2014303017734258307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2011/05/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5304/5687705043_d037b4e808_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-3225702017282073817</id><published>2011-04-28T14:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T14:32:41.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We woke up around 8 am Easter morning.  I am sure the kids wanted to get before then but we held them off.  They all went straight to their baskets to see what they got then they were off to find the eggs.  Well, everyone but Ryder and Brock.  They didn't care too much to find the eggs.  They just wanted to play with their loot.  That morning was also the morning Mia slept her longest.  She got up at 8:15.  It was great.  After the morning festivities were done we got ready for church.  The kids all looked so cute.  We enjoy at nice service and then came home to eat lunch at the house while the kids did about 5 million egg hunts outside.  It was a nice day and loved spending it with the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5665990804/" title="01 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5184/5665990804_1db74fc310_b.jpg" width="700" height="500" alt="01" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5665991198/" title="02 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5228/5665991198_9dd91cb673_b.jpg" width="700" height="500" alt="02" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5665423555/" title="03 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5308/5665423555_125f2897f1_b.jpg" width="500" height="700" alt="03" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5665991540/" title="04 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5181/5665991540_2eb7babcb1_b.jpg" width="700" height="500" alt="04" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5665991686/" title="05 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5061/5665991686_96fb78ea04_b.jpg" width="700" height="500" alt="05" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5665991890/" title="06 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5665991890/" title="06 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5066/5665991890_e68685faeb_b.jpg" width="700" height="500" alt="06" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-3225702017282073817?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/3225702017282073817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=3225702017282073817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3225702017282073817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3225702017282073817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-part-2.html' title='Easter Part 2'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5184/5665990804_1db74fc310_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-7043819700252512437</id><published>2011-04-25T18:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T19:11:01.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coloring of the Eggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Another year of a great time coloring eggs.  11 dozen hard boiled eggs give the house such a lovely aroma.   The kids really get into it.  It is getting a little easier every year.  The older kids are able to do it themselves.  This is the first year Ryder decided to participate.  Most of his eggs turned out a interesting brown color due to the fact that he liked to dip each egg into every color.  Ella took her time and made each of her eggs a nice color with a little design.  Brock didn't want to have anything to due with it at first.  But then he did one and was hooked.  He got a little frustrated that only one egg would fit into a cup at a time.  There was only one major spill so I would call that a successful egg coloring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5655267593/" title="01 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5023/5655267593_c8933e11ab_b.jpg" width="700" height="500" alt="01" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5655839834/" title="05 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5143/5655839834_94ac27fe20_b.jpg" width="700" height="500" alt="05" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5655267895/" title="04 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5109/5655267895_7bb25dc3f3_b.jpg" width="700" height="500" alt="04" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5655267737/" title="02 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5190/5655267737_5756f5c7c3_b.jpg" width="700" height="500" alt="02" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5655267813/" title="03 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5183/5655267813_cd2931252b_b.jpg" width="500" height="700" alt="03" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5655839990/" title="07 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5064/5655839990_745e10de81_b.jpg" width="500" height="700" alt="07" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5655840442/" title="11 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5030/5655840442_1d08b5f4d1_b.jpg" width="700" height="500" alt="11" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5655268445/" title="10 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5265/5655268445_3e3cdc1599_b.jpg" width="500" height="700" alt="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5655840206/" title="09 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5307/5655840206_fc4202f2cc_b.jpg" width="700" height="500" alt="09" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5655839894/" title="06 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5025/5655839894_01343e9d32_b.jpg" width="500" height="700" alt="06" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5655840094/" title="08 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5655840094/" title="08 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5022/5655840094_b591a6feb1_b.jpg" width="700" height="500" alt="08" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-7043819700252512437?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/7043819700252512437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=7043819700252512437' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/7043819700252512437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/7043819700252512437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2011/04/coloring-of-eggs.html' title='Coloring of the Eggs'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5023/5655267593_c8933e11ab_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-6210821866140840102</id><published>2011-04-20T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T10:17:18.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5637472971/" title="01- by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5147/5637472971_17988324b1_b.jpg" width="700" height="500" alt="01-" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-6210821866140840102?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/6210821866140840102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=6210821866140840102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/6210821866140840102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/6210821866140840102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2011/04/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5147/5637472971_17988324b1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-7405532224954906765</id><published>2011-04-19T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T15:21:31.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5635285177/" title="Love by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5302/5635285177_23b8b78e5e_b.jpg" width="700" height="467" alt="Love" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-7405532224954906765?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/7405532224954906765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=7405532224954906765' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/7405532224954906765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/7405532224954906765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2011/04/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5302/5635285177_23b8b78e5e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-3769978195387141844</id><published>2011-04-18T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T10:38:30.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes naps are just better in brother's bed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5631141363/" title="IMG_7788- by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5061/5631141363_9e2299f09a_b.jpg" width="700" height="500" alt="IMG_7788-" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5631724110/" title="IMG_7787- by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5631724110/" title="IMG_7787- by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5304/5631724110_5fb501e929_b.jpg" width="500" height="700" alt="IMG_7787-" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-3769978195387141844?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5061/5631141363_9e2299f09a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-838624067136807696</id><published>2011-04-15T09:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T09:38:50.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 o'clock shadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;......OR  "I wrote in a book with a shiny coating with a blue marker and then rubbed my face in it" shadow.  Either one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5622027260/" title="5 o'clock shadow by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5225/5622027260_258b9a5d56_b.jpg" width="500" height="700" alt="5 o'clock shadow" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5622027138/" title="IMG_7713- by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5021/5622027138_4a77091c74_b.jpg" width="500" height="700" alt="IMG_7713-" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5622027208/" title="03- by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5622027208/" title="03- by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5144/5622027208_4dd8851640_b.jpg" width="500" height="700" alt="03-" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-838624067136807696?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/838624067136807696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=838624067136807696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/838624067136807696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/838624067136807696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2011/04/5-oclock-shadow.html' title='5 o&apos;clock shadow'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5225/5622027260_258b9a5d56_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-3942392033598266439</id><published>2011-04-13T12:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T13:06:38.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My little princess turned 2 months old last Sunday.  I really can't believe I am typing this.  It is going to fast.  She is my last baby and she needs to stay a baby for a LONG time!  She just started smiling a little. Yay! She'll look at you and if you are lucky she give you a little grin.  It is so precious.  She is such a good baby.  She is rarely fussy and as of now seems pretty laid back.  She still sleeps most of the day and she is going around 5-7 hours on her first stretch of night.  After that she goes around 5 hours.  She is taking around 4 to 5 oz.  about every 3 hours.  The only thing she is being difficult at is going to sleep after her bedtime bottle.  She will be zonked out and 30 minutes later wake up crying.  I can not figure out what is wrong with her.  She usually fusses for awhile and then goes to sleep.  I really hope she is not taking after her sister and getting a stubborn habit of not wanting to go to sleep.  The rest of the day she lays down great.  I can put her in her bed awake during the day when I know she is ready to sleep and she just quietly drifts to sleep.  Hopefully, she'll start getting better at night.  Cross my fingers.  She loves her baths.  I don't think she has ever really cried during bath time.  Her siblings are still enjoying her.  Ella is Miss Mommy.  She keeps her entertained a lot.  I am really lucky to have her so easy going at the moment.  I will probably be eating my words in a few months. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5616425961/" title="2 months by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5107/5616425961_cebd58b53a_b.jpg" width="500" height="700" alt="2 months" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5616425917/" title="03 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5066/5616425917_0b3cbd2517_b.jpg" width="696" height="500" alt="03" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5616425983/" title="04- by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5616425983/" title="04- by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5030/5616425983_506ae19af4_b.jpg" width="500" height="700" alt="04-" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-3942392033598266439?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/3942392033598266439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=3942392033598266439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3942392033598266439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3942392033598266439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2011/04/2-months.html' title='2 months'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5107/5616425961_cebd58b53a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-3018814383572126676</id><published>2011-04-12T14:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T14:24:54.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T-ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ella wasn't originally signed up for T-ball.  Cooper played last year and Uncle Josh coached.  Well, they started a team again this year and had a player drop out before season started.  Uncle Josh asked to see if Ella wanted to play.  I asked her and she was like "Can girls play T-ball?"  After explaining to her that of course girls can play she was so excited.  Daddy and her headed out to pick up her equipment.  Returning home with her PINK gear, she was ready to play!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They had their first game last week.  Ella did good.  She was played catcher and wasn't to happy about it.  She didn't think she got enough action behind the plate.  After awhile her Daddy was able to talk her into it and she started getting a little more happy about the position.  One thing Jason told me was that even though she was mad about her position she would still encourage the other team as the were batting.  "Oh good swing, try again."  Very cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Her first time up to bat.  She was running to first before she could finish swinging the bat.  She was going to get to first base, no matter what.  Gotta love her determination!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She seems to really like it.  I am proud of her and hope she keeps after it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5614205424/" title="02 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5309/5614205424_15fd480c0e_b.jpg" width="675" height="474" alt="02" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5613625939/" title="03 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5186/5613625939_67b195c370_b.jpg" width="675" height="474" alt="03" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5613625787/" title="01 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5143/5613625787_63a46aa66c_b.jpg" width="675" height="474" alt="01" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5613626091/" title="04 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5308/5613626091_2dbcaaf4c4_b.jpg" width="675" height="474" alt="04" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5613626135/" title="05 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5613626135/" title="05 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5063/5613626135_a133dd0bf9_b.jpg" width="675" height="474" alt="05" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-3018814383572126676?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/3018814383572126676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=3018814383572126676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3018814383572126676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3018814383572126676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2011/04/t-ball.html' title='T-ball'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5309/5614205424_15fd480c0e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-8375680975465210024</id><published>2011-04-09T18:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T18:19:26.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunder Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last night we got to go to the Thunder game.  Thanks Dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a lot of fun.  We got to be in a suite, which was nice because Miss Mia was in attendance.  She actually was really good and slept most of the game, even with all the noise.  The sisters, the husbands, Dad, Mom and Emily, Max, Sam and Coop all went.  We had such a good time.  We enjoyed a nice dinner before the game and a Thunder victory later.  Hopefully, we'll get to go again sometime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u1FAw3MGC78/TaDo5CtPhWI/AAAAAAAACrs/RtqKL12Hg64/s1600/10.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u1FAw3MGC78/TaDo5CtPhWI/AAAAAAAACrs/RtqKL12Hg64/s400/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593726803870975330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mOdY7em3kN0/TaDoyT-2CCI/AAAAAAAACrk/DFsql70sx30/s1600/11.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mOdY7em3kN0/TaDoyT-2CCI/AAAAAAAACrk/DFsql70sx30/s400/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593726688249120802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nOXichc7COc/TaDoyddVZpI/AAAAAAAACrc/4Bxy0UCiz2M/s1600/09.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bopuDnqvUzw/TaDofLBKCII/AAAAAAAACqk/iuVUBjNeL44/s400/04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593726359425386626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NmeHYSkVPAI/TaDofJzluiI/AAAAAAAACqc/trGuKrGAHcg/s1600/02.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NmeHYSkVPAI/TaDofJzluiI/AAAAAAAACqc/trGuKrGAHcg/s400/02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593726359100045858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-8375680975465210024?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/8375680975465210024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=8375680975465210024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/8375680975465210024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/8375680975465210024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2011/04/thunder-up_09.html' title='Thunder Up!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u1FAw3MGC78/TaDo5CtPhWI/AAAAAAAACrs/RtqKL12Hg64/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-4759006821000432043</id><published>2011-04-05T19:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T15:25:28.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the 2 year old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First, attention is drawn from the intense concentration of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse watching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next, he notices his victim looking his direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then action is taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/Untitled-1-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And last, deciding the best approach of screaming and flapping the limbs as he comes in for the attack!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/01.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The satisfaction grin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/02--8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-4759006821000432043?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/4759006821000432043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=4759006821000432043' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/4759006821000432043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/4759006821000432043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2011/04/attack-of-2-year-old.html' title='Attack of the 2 year old!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-6938998575665508759</id><published>2011-04-04T20:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T18:55:47.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fabulous Miss "M"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I am totally neglecting my blog and I had good intentions on keeping up with it.  One thing around here not being neglected would be Miss M.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/IMG_7708-.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My little princess is 7 1/2 weeks.  She will be 2 months next Monday.  How can that be?  She is such a good baby.  I am spoiled.  But I think that's only right, considering she is my fourth and I need a good, easy baby when you have four, right?  She has started sleeping great.  She goes 6-7 hours at night.  I can definitely handle that.  She is still sleeping most of the day.  She's a tired girl trying to survive the loud, craziness of her brothers and sister.  She also had her kidney scans last week.  She did great.  We found out that she has function with her left kidney but it is delayed.  We will go tomorrow for ultrasounds to see how bad her hydronephrosis is.  I have my hopes up that they will be able to correct the problem and she will have two good kidneys.  I will continue to pray for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She is such a good baby who is rarely fussy.  She is way congested at the moment and we went to the doctor today.  He thinks due to the fact that she had RSV at such a young age that her lungs have some scarring.  No worries he tells me, she will out grow it.  But until then she will have some issues.  So we are now on breathing treatments and antibiotics for the next 4 days to help her out.  Hopefully, that will help clear her up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She still hasn't fully givin us a full "look at you in the eyes and smile because you are making me smile" smile.  I am patiently waiting for that moment.  And by patiently I mean, I bug her every waking moment trying my darnedest to get that smile.  Hopefully, I will be blogging pictures on that soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/03--6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n305/kathrynlouisa/01--4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-6938998575665508759?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/6938998575665508759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=6938998575665508759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/6938998575665508759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/6938998575665508759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2011/04/fabulous-miss-m.html' title='The Fabulous Miss &quot;M&quot;'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-2061762709610184280</id><published>2011-03-07T16:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T18:34:17.545-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mia Kate</title><content type='html'>She is three and half weeks old and I am finally getting around to posting about her on my blog!  So she is here and loved by many.  She has been fought over many of times by a sibling or cousin on wanting to hold her.  She is very much a hit when it comes to the little ones.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let's start with her birth story.  We had to get to the hospital at 5:00 am.  This being my fourth labor I thought I would go fast since I was in labor for a total of 4 hours with Brock.  Well, I was WRONG.  Since I was only 37 weeks and I was being induced due to Mia's kidney issue my body wasn't ready it took much longer than I thought.  And to make it more pleasant, epidurals make me nauseated so I got sick the entire time I was laboring.  When I was finally ready for the delivery it happened really fast.  Thank goodness. I remember seeing her for the first time and noticing that she had the "cheeks" just like my others.  I was in love yet again.  What a little miracle.  So next, was the big question of how much she weighed.  She came in at 7 lbs 2 ozs.  My doctor said good thing we had her 3 weeks early because she would have been right up there with her brothers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she arrived safely and I made it through my last delivery.:)  The next day, they did an ultrasound on her kidney and it showed up the same as it did when I was pregnant.  So we made an appointment with the specialist.  They were in no hurry because her other kidney was working perfectly.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of days of quiet hospital stay and we headed home to a house full of very excited kids and noise.  I didn't really have to deal with all fours kids right away.  My mom stayed for a week and did everything.  And I mean everything.  My house was always picked up, laundry was done and dinner every night.  I tried to get her full time but it didn't work out.  I have the best Mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She then took the boys home for a week after that.  So it was two weeks later before dealing with all four on my own.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a couple of days she'll be a month old.  Crazy!  I am doing all I can to slow time down and enjoy every moment because this is my last baby.  She is our little living doll.  We love her dearly!  This is our Mia Katie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5507061403/" title="web3 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5093/5507061403_242b79b683_z.jpg" width="625" height="446" alt="web3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5507660818/" title="web4 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5018/5507660818_4b7b55ce46_z.jpg" width="625" height="446" alt="web4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5507660704/" title="web1 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5507660704/" title="web1 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5056/5507660704_456517e42e_z.jpg" width="625" height="446" alt="web1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-2061762709610184280?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/2061762709610184280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=2061762709610184280' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/2061762709610184280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/2061762709610184280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2011/03/mia-kate.html' title='Mia Kate'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5093/5507061403_242b79b683_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-2451560830131051672</id><published>2011-02-23T19:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T19:29:21.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brock is TWO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So today my little guy turned two!  These past two years have flown by.  He is spending his birthday in Woodward with his brother while I rest up from Mia's arrival.  Next week, boys will be home and the crazy life of four kids begin.  I don't think I am ready. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, my little Brocker is now officially a toddler.  He was my best baby who turned into my worst one year old.  So I am hoping that he'll swing back to being good again.  Wishful thinking, I am sure, but one can hope.  He has been such a momma's boy so we'll see how things go now that he has a little sister to compete with.  To give him a little credit he does seem to be better than he has been.  Let's list a few things about Mr. Brock and being two!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- he is a guy a few words.  Seriously, he doesn't talk in words.  He does jabber like crazy but not a language anyone can understand.  I think I can say at this moment he says "no, car, and Dadda." Yep, that's it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- he has started following around and doing whatever big brother does.  It is pretty cute.  They just started wrestling with each other like crazy the past few weeks.  I am sure this will be a constant in my house for years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- he still LOVES his movies.  He has been to several movies at the theater and does great.  Even with the 3D ones.  When we watch TV at home and a commercial comes on he will bring me the remote because he wants me to fast forward through the commercials.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- he likes to play basketball with Daddy and has started liking to play with Ryder's cars.  Maybe he should get some of his own.;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- he loves to go outside.  So I am sure he'll spend most of his days playing out there as soon as it warms up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- he will say "cheese" for the camera.  Oh, that's right, he says cheese.:)  So cute.  Says "cheese" and plasters a big ole' grin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- he is still so ticklish and as the best laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am excited to see how he'll change this next year, but not quite ready for it because I know it will go by fast.  We love you Brock.  Happy birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5472697840/" title="01- by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5251/5472697840_8c2c570c77_b.jpg" width="475" height="665" alt="01-" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5472106039/" title="web by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5053/5472106039_b8079b5724_b.jpg" width="722" height="500" alt="web" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-2451560830131051672?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/2451560830131051672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=2451560830131051672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/2451560830131051672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/2451560830131051672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2011/02/brock-is-two.html' title='Brock is TWO!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5251/5472697840_8c2c570c77_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-8343871194856851922</id><published>2011-02-03T18:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T19:06:47.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Party!</title><content type='html'>This last weekend we celebrated Brock's 2nd birthday.  Him and Ruby had a joined party.  It's a good thing we decided to do it early because baby sister could make an appearance next week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the family got together and had a good time.  Brock seemed to have a good time until we tried to get a pic of him and Ruby together with their cake.  He cheered up later once he was able to eat a piece!  Can't believe my little guy is two.  Well, two in about a few weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5414793150/" title="IMG_7300- by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5414793150/" title="IMG_7300- by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4131/5414793150_d5e8280d34_z.jpg" width="450" height="630" alt="IMG_7300-" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5414793150/" title="IMG_7300- by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5414793150/" title="IMG_7300- by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); 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Caleb, the King, is a teen who goes to our church and was so nice to ask Ryder to be in it.  Ryder had two jobs he had to do for the festivities.  Show up on Friday afternoon for the introduction of the Court to the school during the afternoon and then show up for the evening ceremony.  We just needed him to be happy and simply walk on the court and smile.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So with that said, we show up on Friday afternoon for the school assembly.  The minute we walk into the gym he starts crying and wants to go home.  I am thinking "great, he is not going to do it."  I had talk to him about this all week and he was in total agreement.  Apparently, once he saw what he had to do he was not so thrilled.  I even bribed him with some new Cars toys.  He told me, through tears, to take them back, he didn't want them and wanted to go home.  Well, it was time for him to walk on the court.  I basically handed him over to Caleb, while he was screaming, and told him just to take him.  Thank goodness Caleb did.  He was really good with Ryder.  Once they started walking he stopped crying and held Caleb's hand.  So he ended up doing the afternoon assembly, not crying, but red and puffy faced.  But at least he did it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we left and I was getting nervous for the evening ceremony.  I kept thinking to myself that Jason would be there in the evening and he likes to please his daddy.  So maybe he would do better.  We showed up at the gym that evening and he was a different child.  He struts in and he is ready to go.  I don't know what changed his mind but he was ready!  He looked so CUTE.  Right when the ceremony is about to start the all the lights shut off.  Apparently, the town of Sperry lost electricity.  So we got to sit in a dark gym for an hour while the problem was fixed.  Fun!  Anyway, the ceremony started Ryder did awesome and was absolutely adorable.  He looked so tiny out there.  He kept me grinning the whole time with his funny little caked on smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5408221170/" title="ryhomecoming by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5220/5408221170_b78296801c_z.jpg" width="450" height="630" alt="ryhomecoming" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5408221170/" title="ryhomecoming by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5408221676/" title="ryhomecoming3 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5099/5408221676_262f008f13_b.jpg" width="464" height="650" alt="ryhomecoming3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5408221676/" title="ryhomecoming3 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5408221612/" title="ryhomecoming2 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5212/5408221612_80fd22c1f8_b.jpg" width="700" height="500" alt="ryhomecoming2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5408221612/" title="ryhomecoming2 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5408222546/" title="ryhomecoming6 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5137/5408222546_e0a09d38bd_b.jpg" width="700" height="500" alt="ryhomecoming6" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5408222546/" title="ryhomecoming6 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5408222236/" title="ryhomecoming5 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5212/5408222236_bc6d41ccb8_b.jpg" width="702" height="501" alt="ryhomecoming5" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5408222798/" title="ryhomecoming7 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5133/5408222798_174fce4714_b.jpg" width="700" height="500" alt="ryhomecoming7" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5408222798/" title="ryhomecoming7 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5407612313/" title="ryhomecoming4 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5258/5407612313_99a912afa7_b.jpg" width="700" height="500" alt="ryhomecoming4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-5299464638875204374?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/5299464638875204374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=5299464638875204374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/5299464638875204374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/5299464638875204374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2011/02/sperry-homecoming.html' title='Sperry Homecoming'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5220/5408221170_b78296801c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-7349070037258372939</id><published>2011-01-26T10:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T10:51:10.378-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Incident</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;So a little over a week ago we were hanging out at Aunt Annie's. I had a doctor appointment and she has been so awesome at watching my kids for all my appointments. Right before I had to leave we were listening to the kids get a little crazy and then heard a screaming cry. Annie goes to check things out. Next, I hear "OH MY GOSH!" So I run to over and notice the blood and then Ryder's finger. So Ella was trying to stop Ryder from going into Lily's room and shut his finger in the door. I try to start comforting Ry while Annie cleans up the bloody mess. He actually quit crying pretty soon and then we tried to get a good look at his finger. Well, it looked bad but it was hard to tell if it was just cut superficially or deep. I know that this sounds bad but I had to get to my doctor appointment. I had missed last week and couldn't miss again. So Ryder seemed to be OK. I bandaged him up gave him some medicine and then I left. Aunt Annie was going to lay them down for a nap in 15 minutes. She said he laid down so good and went right to sleep. Actually, Ella cried more than Ryder. She was upset with herself for hurting Ryder. So once I got back from the Dr. and Ry got up from his nap we checked his finger out again. I wasn't real sure if he needed stitches or not. It was just so puffy it was hard to tell. But then I decided it looked bad enough to get checked at least. I ended up taking him to Urgent Care. I was preparing myself for the worst! The image of holding my screaming child down while he got stitches, just broke my heart. But we just had to get it done. So, after the Dr looked at it the dreaded news was given. He had to get some stitches.:( So he prepared to numb it has me and two other nurses held him on the bed. Then the Dr does the count down and sticks the needle in. I tense up waiting for the kicking and screaming, but to my surprise Ry doesn't move. The nurses, dr and me gave each other a surprised look. Then he gives another shot and still Ry doesn't move. Then it was over. We were all shocked at how well he did. Ryder didn't even make a squeak. We just kept telling him he was so tough. He just kept agreeing with us. It was so cute. He even told me to "tell daddy I was tough." Ryder is such a sensitive kid but when it comes to physical injuries he is really tough. Now don't get me wrong hurt his feelings by not letting him do something and he can cry with the best of them. Once the last stitch was done he hopped off the table and was ready to go. He never made another gesture about his finger. You wouldn't even know he got hurt. So all in all our first Urgent Care injury didn't go so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Once we got home of course Ella starts crying again. This really upset her. She just kept apologizing and telling us "I don't want to see it." Hopefully, she learned not to slam doors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;So in a few more days his stitches are suppose to come out. I think if his finger looks good I am going to take them out myself. That is when he will decide to start kicking and screaming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5390043667/" title="IMG_0592 by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5013/5390043667_5a6b515150_z.jpg" width="480" height="640" alt="IMG_0592" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is showing me his sad face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5390043527/" title="IMG_7133- by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5296/5390043527_092459b7e8_b.jpg" width="500" height="700" alt="IMG_7133-" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5390043487/" title="IMG_7131- by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/5390043487/" title="IMG_7131- by KatieLKarn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5217/5390043487_0f68c83d42_b.jpg" width="500" height="700" alt="IMG_7131-" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-7349070037258372939?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/7349070037258372939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=7349070037258372939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/7349070037258372939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/7349070037258372939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2011/01/incident.html' title='The Incident'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5013/5390043667_5a6b515150_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-6429124718438024707</id><published>2011-01-21T12:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T14:20:56.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day!</title><content type='html'>Alright, my poor, poor blog.  I can't believe I have neglected it for so long.  I get on and look at other's blogs everyday so I don't know why I let mine slip away.  Well, it's a new year and I am determined to stay up with it.  I get the occasional family members asking me about it but truthfully I started this blog to keep my memories of my kiddos.  I have already printed two years of blog books and I want to keep up with it.  It is really a lot easier than scrapbooking and such an easy way to keep up with the cute and not so cute things the kids do.  So here's to the new year and "new" blog!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we had our first official snow day yesterday.  The kids were dieing to get out and play in it.  So 20 minutes later, bundling up took FOREVER, they were ready to go.  I ventured out with my camera to capture their first snow play of 2011.  It was COLD!  With each passing minute I started to loose feeling of my fingers and having to pick Brock up every other minute from him falling, needless to say, I was ready for my snow play to be over.   Ella just loved it.  She made snow angel after snow angel.  Ryder then would try and copy her and he just ended up with a lot of snow in his pants.  He wanted to make snowballs so bad.  The snow was just too soft and wouldn't pack.  This was probably the best for all of us in his throwing distance.  Brock had a love/hate relationship with the snow.  Loved running around, but then would fall and cry.  I would then pick him up and the running and laughing and then falling and crying.....Seriously, I kept trying to coax him inside.  He wouldn't go for it.  So once the kids mittens started to get wet, we just don't have good snow gear, they started to get cold.  I was so ready to come inside.  Once the older two made their way in and I chased Brock down we started the removal of cold, wet clothes.  Brock is screaming at this moment.  It took him awhile to come to terms with not going back outside.  The rest of the day we spent in the warm, comfort of the house.  Just the way I like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, school was cancelled again.  Crazy. The roads aren't even bad.  Owasso surprises me sometimes.  They don't do it like Woodward.  We just had to slide into the school parking lot when I was in school.  So we are getting to enjoy a nice long weekend.  Although, sometimes I feel I can get more done when I am on a schedule.  Haha.  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With how I am blogging lately that isn't too bad.  Anyway, here she is my baby, first born going to Kindergarten.  That's right she'll be gone all day.  Crazy!!  I know a lot of moms are sad once their kid starts all day school.  I am the horrible mom who was looking forward to it.  Don't get me wrong I get a little sad to think my little baby girl is pretty much going to be away from me majority of the day most days until summer time but, I am just excited for the new stage of life for her.  Watching her jump out of the car and run up to the school every morning looking shows me just how fast she is growing up.  It also helps me that she is enjoying it so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, since it has been a week I can let you know that she LOVES it.  And I LOVE my afternoons when the boys are asleep and the house is quiet.  Two and half hours all to myself!  It is amazing! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ella has been really easy to wake up in the mornings.  I don't know how much longer that will last.  She is just excited to go to school everyday.   She loves her sweet teacher, eating in the cafeteria, recess and even brain break.  She was so funny about meeting new friends.  This summer she would randomly come up to me  and say "Let's practice Mom."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ella "Hello.  My name is Ella.  What's yours?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Me "Hi. My name is Stacy."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ella "Would you like to go play?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Me "Yes"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ella "I am going to meet so many new friends."  It was just too cute.  She is also riding the bus home from school.  This really is because I don't want to get the boys up from their nap.  It makes it so much nicer for me.  The first day of school I picked her up and she got mad because she wanted to ride the bus.  From the next day on she has been riding the bus and LOVING it.  I think it's one of the highlights of her day.  It also probably helps that Lily has started riding home with her since Monday.  The bus doesn't go to Annie's neighborhood and this way Annie doesn't have to wake Ruby up.  It works out great.  After the first day Lily rode I asked her how was the bus.  She told me it was awesome!  Good thing they like the bus now.  Once they get a little older they probably won't care for it too much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="650" alt="01" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4100/4926371671_d4ea414505_b.jpg" width="464" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="650" alt="02" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4141/4926371725_ab04cfe9bf_b.jpg" width="464" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="464" alt="03" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4093/4926371781_495fd52bf1_b.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-7062961717577204413?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/7062961717577204413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=7062961717577204413' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/7062961717577204413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/7062961717577204413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4100/4926371671_d4ea414505_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-8368487715626257255</id><published>2010-07-16T17:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T17:13:19.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a great weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="700" alt="Brock" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4139/4799785765_951d5a9427_b.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-8368487715626257255?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/8368487715626257255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=8368487715626257255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/8368487715626257255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/8368487715626257255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2010/07/have-great-weekend.html' title='Have a great weekend!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4139/4799785765_951d5a9427_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-2753603175419122354</id><published>2010-07-12T11:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T11:34:05.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;I meant to post about her swim lessons before I left for two weeks.  Jason and I went to Youth camp for one week and then to Woodward for the next week.  Glad to be home!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, Ella, my little girl who always liked to play in the water but NEVER wanted her face to get wet, has totally surprised me this summer.  She just decided one day that she would go under water and she has been swimming like crazy ever since.  I couldn't believe that it happened so fast.  She would literally freaked out last summer if water splashed her in the face.  So she did great during swim lessons and she loved every minute of it.  It was really hot outside that week so I was also surprised at how well the boys did.  They entertained themselves rather well.  A few days I had to put Brock in the car to watch some Elmo for the last 15 minutes of the class, but other than that they did great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="482" alt="01" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4121/4786542475_a3483c0c4b_b.jpg" width="675" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="482" alt="02" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4119/4786542543_b4248d0396_b.jpg" width="675" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="482" alt="03" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4098/4787173482_7d11579642_b.jpg" width="675" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="665" alt="05" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4136/4786542761_240cd56219_b.jpg" width="475" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="665" alt="06" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4117/4786542805_36406db394_b.jpg" width="475" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="665" alt="04" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4099/4786542699_d94564e901_b.jpg" width="475" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="482" alt="07" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4117/4787173748_3fcaf50fbd_b.jpg" width="675" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="665" alt="08" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4094/4786542959_b4538f68d2_b.jpg" width="475" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="665" alt="10" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4140/4786543187_c5b68b2b69_b.jpg" width="475" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, Ryder is scared of the cat.  Sad, but true!  I mean the cat does look terrifying!&lt;img height="482" alt="09" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4117/4786543095_dd668f4573_b.jpg" width="675" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-2753603175419122354?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/2753603175419122354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=2753603175419122354' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/2753603175419122354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/2753603175419122354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2010/07/swim-lessons.html' title='Swim Lessons'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4121/4786542475_a3483c0c4b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-4906687271516452637</id><published>2010-06-23T20:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:33:43.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Recital!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Last weekend was the long awaited dance recital. Ella has been wanting to get on stage and dance since the first time I took her to dance class. To say that she loved the recital would be an understatement. She had a GREAT time. All 3 1/2 hours of it!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We started on Friday with the rehearsal and after she got a little taste of the stage she just couldn't wait to get back up there on Saturday. It was just so cute watching her dance. Her class did their ballet routine to "Cinderella" with their daddies. Yep, that's right the dads got to shine a little on stage themselves. Anything to make their little girls happy. That dance was probably one of the crowd favorites. Got a little teary eyed on that one. Couldn't help it. My baby girl is growing up. &lt;em&gt;sniff sniff :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Next, was the tap routine danced to "Doin That Thing You Do." So adorable. I can't tell you how much I love watching her tap. You can not watch the routine without smiling. She gets into it. Her moves are very dramatic! During rehearsal is the only time you can film the routines. Annie, Mandi and Me were setting beside each other trying to film just giggling the whole time. I wish I could put up a video. I am so glad that she enjoyed herself because I enjoyed watching her. First dance recital down probably many more in our future. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Saturday night at home after the recital. Ella "Mom, I really don't need to go to any more dance classes. I think I'll just preform on stage at the end!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="600" alt="01-" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1179/4728505587_fec9d44588_b.jpg" width="429" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="600" alt="03-" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1037/4728505599_56a68fe7b1_b.jpg" width="429" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="467" alt="02-" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1013/4728505593_4e0a0c8cfa_b.jpg" width="700" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="467" alt="IMG_4114-" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1440/4728505603_43a1a6c3d0_b.jpg" width="700" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="467" alt="IMG_4127-" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1350/4728505605_364839c9bc_b.jpg" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_4143- by KatieLKarn, on Flickr" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1358/4728505609_34f19e06af_b.jpg" width="700" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karnkatie/4728507363/" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="467" alt="IMG_4143-" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1132/4728507363_6d92c6028b_b.jpg" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="467" alt="IMG_4191-" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1065/4729153376_b3177de094_b.jpg" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="467" alt="IMG_4203-" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1427/4729153428_596fd2d396_b.jpg" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="467" alt="IMG_4217-" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1153/4729153490_ea13e51228_b.jpg" width="700" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-4906687271516452637?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/4906687271516452637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=4906687271516452637' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/4906687271516452637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/4906687271516452637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2010/06/dance-recital.html' title='Dance Recital!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1179/4728505587_fec9d44588_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-7587142420954113388</id><published>2010-06-03T10:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T11:08:30.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the real world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;We are back from Disney World and trying to get back into the routine of everyday life. We had a great time. Kids LOVED it. I did not get my camera out once because it was just too big to take and haul around so I took some pics with my mom's camera. It was a non-stop, go, go, go type of vacation. But when you go to Disney World it can't be a relaxing vaca or you wouldn't get to do everything. We went to the parks 6 days and we could still have used a few more days to do more things! I had such a good time with family and making memories. I can't wait to go back when Brock gets older. Yep, poor little Brocker didn't get to go. I was hesitant about leaving him for 8 days, but once we got on the road I don't think I missed him once. Sad, but true. It would have been really hard to have him on this vacation. I'll tell Annie again that she was totally right and I am glad I didn't have Brock to mess with on vacation! ;) But we will go again and take the poor little guy when he gets bigger. Thanks Mom and Dad for the great time. I will cherish our memories forever! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So when we got home. We had a day of rest before the work week started. We thought about taking the kids to a movie. I didn't really want to take Brock but Jason talked me into it. This kid does really watch movies at home so I thought I would try it. We went to Shrek. Brock did fabulous. He sat by himself most of the movie and stared into the wide screen with amazement! He wouldn't keep the 3D glasses on to good, but he stilled watched without the glasses. He is only 15 months. Crazy how well he'll pay attention to movies. So first movie, successful! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="630" alt="IMG_2325-" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4017/4666710300_c8fbb1acc7_b.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-7587142420954113388?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/7587142420954113388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=7587142420954113388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/7587142420954113388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/7587142420954113388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-to-real-world.html' title='Back to the real world!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4017/4666710300_c8fbb1acc7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-7423241372274716434</id><published>2010-05-17T16:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T16:37:48.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FIVE!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I am failing miserably in my posting of 2010. But I am determined to get back on track. I have lots to blog about and I will catch up this week so that I can blog all about Disney World when we get back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first off, my baby, my first born, my only daughter turned FIVE, yes FIVE two weeks ago. I can't believe it. Five seems so big to me. Can't believe I am a mother to a five year old. I keep trying to remember my little princess as a chubby little baby that would just giggle at me but it is getting harder and harder to do so. She is so big and she knows it. This girl keeps me on my toes all the time. She has such a sassy personality! Days she cracks me up other days she raises my blood pressure. She is still as strongwilled as ever. I have a read some books that say a strongwill is not a bad thing it just has to be molded to be strongwilled for the right things. Easier said than done. :) I am going to do my best this summer to really enjoy my little girl. She will be in all day Kindergarten next year and I am excited about that!;) I just love my little spunky girl and as Ella would say "Lock it, Mom. Lock it in your head so you don't forget!" I will do my best El, to lock up you has a little girl because it is going by way too fast! Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="343" alt="bday2" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3332/4616836554_4b777f2b1e_o.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; At age 5 Ella's ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;favorite thing to do - get presents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first thought when she wakes up - princessess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last thought before falling asleep - wants santa to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="343" alt="bday3" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4050/4616222483_1db6dffda8_o.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;favorite thing about school - homework, well, cool homework&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;favorite thing about her brothers - they play what I want them to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;favorite thing Daddy does for her - works for $&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;favorite thing Mommy does for her - gets me snacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="343" alt="bday1" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3414/4616242831_82a505739c_o.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; place that she most wants to go - Disney World (Done, we leave this Friday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-7423241372274716434?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/7423241372274716434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=7423241372274716434' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/7423241372274716434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/7423241372274716434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2010/05/five.html' title='FIVE!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-5944855774851532723</id><published>2010-04-05T20:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T20:53:08.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Part 1 - The Eggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;We got the table all ready with all the anxious kids and I am getting my camera out and then CRASH, I dropped my camera on the ground and part of my lens broke! I couldn't believe it. My fourth child was OK, but it's appendage was broken. :( So needless to say I was a little bummed. It works still, but occasionaly messes up. Now I'll have to get a new lens. Hopefully I'll end up getting a better one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On to coloring of the eggs. The kids had a good time. Ella enjoyed herself. Brock just followed me around fussing. Because that's what Brock does! Mimi took pity on him and decided to color an egg with him. Ryder didn't color one egg. He did not care to at all. He had the egg that he found from Mimi that she hid for the kids and he was happy with that. So aside from my camera mishap we had a good time. Another year of colorful eggs by the Whiteley grandkids. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="464" alt="01" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4494690021_e75d33d0fe_o.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="650" alt="02" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4042/4495329634_2b934f91b1_o.jpg" width="464" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="464" alt="03" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4010/4495329676_9e0130818d_o.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="464" alt="04" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2677/4495329732_53efe58325_o.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="650" alt="05" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4009/4494690369_5e756cf67d_o.jpg" width="464" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="464" alt="06" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2684/4495329864_4e1acc4921_o.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="464" alt="08" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2737/4494690581_c2522fef9e_o.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="464" alt="07" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4069/4494690503_58f66875e5_o.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-5944855774851532723?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/5944855774851532723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=5944855774851532723' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/5944855774851532723'/><link rel='self' 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src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4026/4484385648_98e0b99878_o.jpg" width="429" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-646607882533624901?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/646607882533624901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=646607882533624901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/646607882533624901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/646607882533624901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-because.html' title='Just 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=8881042791747249688' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/8881042791747249688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/8881042791747249688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2010/03/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' 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All the "I'm so sorry" and the excuses for not posting on my blog.  I have just let it go too long then it got harder and harder to getting around to posting.   I do this blog for family but also for myself.  I make the blog into books that keep all my memories about my family.  So I need get with it.  Hopefully, with the nice weather I'll get my camera out more and capture some memories! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to my ONE year old.  Yes, he's one and has been for a month!  We celebrated his birthday at our house with all the family.  Just like his brother he was in a "mood" for his party.  In his defense he went to the doctor the next Monday and had a double ear infection.  A few weeks before he turned one and a few weeks after were really rough on Brock.  He was so cranky, always crying, wanting me to hold him all the time.  Now this could be due to the ear infections, but he could have also just been cranky.  I could get nothing done and I was slowly losing my mind!  My family will agree!  Anyway, recently he has been doing great.  Playing on his own.  Happy most of the time.  It has been so nice.  He is still such a momma's boy.  Which I am trying to enjoy it's just hard when you have two other rugrats to take care. He hates for me to leave him anywhere right now and so thrilled when I come and pick him up.  Hopefully he'll get better the older he gets.  Someday he won't want anything to do with me so enjoy it now, huh?  What is Brock up to these days?  So glad you asked.  He sleeps great.  Usually down to one nap a day about 2 1/2 hours.  He is such a good eater.  I was always worried because he couldn't even eat cheerios without gagging but when he turned one he moved straight to table foods and eats everything!  Of course, he has to keep his whopping 24 lb weight up.  I kept him on his bottle because he LOVES it, but the last few days he hasn't had one and it hasn't been a problem.  The few days it's been nice Brock went outside and played with Ella and Ryder.  To say that he loves to play outside is an understatement.  He would stay out longer than the other two.  I can already tell I am going to love Spring weather.  Also, he already watches TV.  Ryder didn't start watching cartoons until a few months ago.  Brock will sit and watch Mickey Mouse for 30 minutes.  It's probably good that he has older siblings to follow around and play with because if he didn't I could see him turning into a big couch potatoe.  He is maybe the ticklish baby I have ever known.  We can really get him giggling sometimes.  Also, he has started thinking chasing him is the funniest thing.  To see him try and run from you is the CUTEST!!  We love you Brocker!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some nights when Jason and I are sitting on the couch and the kids are running around giggling I just think I am so blessed and life couldn't be greater.  Then Jason starts crazy talk with having number FOUR!  Yes, he is determined for another baby.   I am not quite at that point yet. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="630" alt="1 year" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4022/4453857807_5229bedffb_o.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="630" alt="03-" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4019/4453857849_26ee3dd2d3_o.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="630" alt="1 year" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2742/4454637482_3934f70c33_o.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="464" alt="04-" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2686/4454637518_35aba5bdd2_o.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="675" alt="brock1-" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2766/4454637604_058f5c592a_o.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451485013867634962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/S6eQvKXyIRI/AAAAAAAACok/-zMxAZzPONg/s400/IMG_1494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451485026216468770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/S6eQv4X-YSI/AAAAAAAACos/MxZU-uhddrE/s400/IMG_1498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451485053985410738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/S6eQxf0mzrI/AAAAAAAACo0/hz5NYBglQP8/s400/IMG_1509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451485060303793170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/S6eQx3XBrBI/AAAAAAAACo8/Zju1IvWVZ3o/s400/IMG_1513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-3454012299836460132?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/3454012299836460132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=3454012299836460132' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3454012299836460132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3454012299836460132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-year.html' title='ONE year!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/S6eQvKXyIRI/AAAAAAAACok/-zMxAZzPONg/s72-c/IMG_1494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-4341002575506099619</id><published>2010-02-16T16:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T16:53:59.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Valentines!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, I hope everyone had a great Valentine's Day!  We spent ours in Woodward.  We went down on Thursday and didn't come home until yesterday.  Longer trips like that seem to wear me out.  4 days with 11 little ones running around is not very relaxing. ;)  My poor mother totally out does herself taking care of her daughters and all her grandchildren.  She is super woman!  I don't know if the Woodward sisters appreciate all that she does or if they realize how lucky they are to live in the same town as grandparents.  I hope they do! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, it was great to see everyone.  My grandparents came down also so we got to spend some time with them as well.  The kids had a great time like always.  Oh and my little girl who NEVER gets sick.  Well, she got sick.  Started puking Friday night.  She finished puking by Saturday morning but just laid around all day so I knew she didn't feel good.  By Sunday she was back to crazy self.  One thing I realized is that she is so sweet and agreeable when she is sick.  She didn't argue or sass talk me.  It was kind of nice, but like I said she NEVER gets sick so I am sure I won't be seeing that side of her again for awhile!;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="333" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2687/4363029531_35674ac4d9.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-4341002575506099619?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/4341002575506099619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=4341002575506099619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/4341002575506099619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/4341002575506099619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-belated-valentines.html' title='Happy Belated Valentines!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2687/4363029531_35674ac4d9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-6747644170459336810</id><published>2010-02-04T10:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T16:02:38.189-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - Edited!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Just read my sister's comment.  "you do know it's Thursday?"   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Totally didn't!  That pretty much sums up how my week has been going!  And here I was thinking I was good at getting a Wordless Wednesday in!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="467" alt="lunch" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4025/4329902767_788f8b39ee_o.jpg" width="700" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-6747644170459336810?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/6747644170459336810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=6747644170459336810' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/6747644170459336810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/6747644170459336810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2010/02/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - Edited!!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-5604442474456184989</id><published>2010-02-01T17:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T18:15:13.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>11 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;So I know I just posted his 10 month or I just probably haven't blogged in forever but anyway, one month shy of a year! It is crazy to think how much he is starting to do. He was "trying to walk" a few weeks ago. Now he has it down. I love the first month of a new walker. The wobbling around and the proud face. Adorable! He still only has 4 teeth, but some are about to make an appearance, or so I hope they do!!!! He had been so cranky for a few weeks and that is just not like my Brocker, so I finally took him to the doctor and he had a double ear infection. I was kinda hoping there might be something behind the crankiness. He has started getting better, but goes through his moments. He has just started the clingy stage. He LOVES me. Which is nice, but sometimes hard. Getting stuff done can be interesting. Although, it seems he will be a lover of TV.  Ryder just started watching a little bit but Brock will stop and stare for awhile.  Pretty cute.  Don't get me wrong, my kids don't plant themselves in from of the TV all day.   They actually play really good.  Ok, now that I justified my mothering skills, back to Brock! He LOVES, LOVES his bottles. I don't know what we are going to do when we put them away in about a month! Yikes! He sleeps great. Although, he has started whining when I go to lay him down. He is usually quiet by the time I close the door. He is still my big boy weighing in at 23 lbs. I am going to try and slow this month down as much as possible. Keep my baby from being closer to a toddler age when he'll start throwing fits and sassin me!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="700" alt="11 months" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4065/4323870920_12c2e56203_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="700" alt="02-" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2716/4323106777_b4448b1d6d_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="357" alt="03-" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4010/4323841746_60ed85a205.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="304" alt="04-" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2790/4323841804_3dd454fcc6.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-5604442474456184989?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/5604442474456184989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=5604442474456184989' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/5604442474456184989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/5604442474456184989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2010/02/11-months.html' title='11 months'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4010/4323841746_60ed85a205_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-2570207311112912927</id><published>2010-01-15T14:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T14:09:31.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;So since I am way behind in posting I thought I had better post his 10 month pic before he is 11 months!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;What Brock's been up to:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- sleeps GREAT!  Still takes two naps.  Small morning one and usually around 3 hour afternoon nap.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- He has become quite the explorer.  I'll find him all over the house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- He still has a bit of trouble with texture food.  He is getting better with them all the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- Loves is brother and sister, even though sister sometimes over does it with the tickling!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- LOVES, LOVES Elmo.  He can be crying in the car.  We then turn on Elmo and his eyes are glued to the wonderful, furry red creature!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- He really is a momma's boy.  Loves to have his momma hold him.  He'll take his daddy too, but if I am around he wants me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- He such a joy in our lives.  Everytime I pick him up out of bed he gives me a big grin.  It just melts my heart! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="560" alt="10 months" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2779/4277359316_f969eda4de_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-2570207311112912927?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/2570207311112912927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=2570207311112912927' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/2570207311112912927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/2570207311112912927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2010/01/10-months.html' title='10 months'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-648750898310599631</id><published>2010-01-14T18:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T18:58:45.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 09</title><content type='html'>I have so much to blog about and kicking myself for not blogging about Christmas earlier! Uugh!  Anyway, I'll get Christmas blogged and then start 2010, yes, I know we are already a few weeks in, off with TONS of bloggin!;)  So we celebrated our little family Christmas a few days before heading to Woodward.  Jason reads the Christmas story and then we do a few presents.  We enjoyed our evening and didn't turn the TV on all night! &lt;br /&gt;Christmas eve we got up and headed to Woodward.  Of course, we pick the worst traveling day ever.  The winter storms had begun.  It took us an extra 1.5 to get home.  We went 30 mph part of the trip and saw many cars on the side of the road.  Thank goodness we made it safely and started enjoying family time for a few days.  The kids were super excited.  They actually wanted to go to bed.  Lily was begging Annie to go to sleep at 6:30 pm.  The older ones slept in Mimi's room.  We were told that they tried getting up WAY early but Mimi got them to go back to sleep.  I think we got all the kids up around 8.  After we enjoyed the loot from Santa the rest of the family came over.  We hung out, ate ALL day long, and played lots of Wii!  I remember thinking about Christmas being here in November and now it's gone and over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let the new year begin! ( Ok, Ok, so now let the new year of blogging begin!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426760917356641426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/S0-6TVgD_JI/AAAAAAAACnE/ClwfiRJ1oPM/s400/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426760924487260098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/S0-6TwEIl8I/AAAAAAAACnM/slJ_5BxlYkM/s400/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426760935416446578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/S0-6UYx2vnI/AAAAAAAACnU/q82YSxyIkM4/s400/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426760940557789538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/S0-6h16hLNI/AAAAAAAACn8/h3jvRz93CH8/s400/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426761173350726642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/S0-6iPJzu_I/AAAAAAAACoE/2jEsu0PV9s0/s400/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426761177671392434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/S0-6ifP73LI/AAAAAAAACoM/PIckDmjnB5Q/s400/05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/S0-6sfJGtdI/AAAAAAAACoc/HDljp6nVW5c/s1600-h/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426761349441435090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/S0-6sfJGtdI/AAAAAAAACoc/HDljp6nVW5c/s400/07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/S0-6sAAo-uI/AAAAAAAACoU/giXIba538x8/s1600-h/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426761341084433122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/S0-6sAAo-uI/AAAAAAAACoU/giXIba538x8/s400/06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-648750898310599631?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/648750898310599631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=648750898310599631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/648750898310599631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/648750898310599631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-09.html' title='Christmas 09'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/S0-6TVgD_JI/AAAAAAAACnE/ClwfiRJ1oPM/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-3075315161660029801</id><published>2009-12-22T09:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T09:53:26.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That time of year again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;You know.  The time of year when there is not enough time to get everything done you need to get done!  I am there.  Well, I have been there for awhile.  Hence, the lack of blogging.  I really do want to capture my memories on my blog but the blog is on the bottom of my never ending to do list.  Hopefully the new year will bring out my organization skills, my cleaning skills, my patience for my kids, my ability to have enough time to get everything done!;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Who am I kidding.  I am sure those things don't exist no matter what time of year it is!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4004/4205784671_0dfbef9596_o.jpg" width="700" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-3075315161660029801?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/3075315161660029801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=3075315161660029801' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3075315161660029801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3075315161660029801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/12/that-time-of-year-again.html' title='That time of year again!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-6486200982026120936</id><published>2009-12-14T12:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T13:08:26.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ok, so the picture pretty much explains how the visit with Santa went. Saying Ella was over joyed would be an understatement. Ryder... well... he was excited about seeing Santa until he actually saw Santa! Surprise, surprise. Hey, at least he sat on his lap or was in a paralyzed state of fear he couldn't stop his parents from placing him there! Brock basically handled it like any situation we put him in right now. Doesn't really seem to understand why these two adults and two kids, that are always around, put him through these things!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The camera guy kept trying to get the kids to look over and smile. After several attempts I told him it's fine. We'll just take the picture that captures what really went down!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="700" alt="santa" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2707/4184890547_3c412c36c1_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-6486200982026120936?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/6486200982026120936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=6486200982026120936' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/6486200982026120936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/6486200982026120936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/12/santa.html' title='Santa!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-4529519501534082129</id><published>2009-12-02T14:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:34:42.824-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It has happened!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;My baby boy FINALLY learned to roll from his back to his belly!  Let the celebration begin!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He has been doing it for a couple of weeks.  Hey, it only took 9 months!  I guess Annie was right when she reassured me that he wouldn't be 5 when he learned to do it.  Man, he is so agile!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="1059" alt="roll" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2543/4153933112_e266c5a152_o.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-4529519501534082129?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/4529519501534082129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=4529519501534082129' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/4529519501534082129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/4529519501534082129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-has-happened.html' title='It has happened!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-6086534133466594961</id><published>2009-11-17T16:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T16:14:19.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Do!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Finally talked her into cutting her hair!  It looks a little shorter than it actually is in these pics.  She does look so much older.  I think it's the head tilt, strike a cute pose, look!  I love it, she loves it so big hit!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="437" alt="New Do!" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2602/4112701449_05ff701393_o.jpg" width="725" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-6086534133466594961?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/6086534133466594961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=6086534133466594961' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/6086534133466594961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/6086534133466594961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-do.html' title='New Do!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-6015822100389743321</id><published>2009-11-16T14:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T15:02:25.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School Pic!</title><content type='html'>Me: Awww...it's your school pic.  Hey, how come you are not showing your teeth with your smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella: Oh.....it's my new smile.....I like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  oh...really.....me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SwG9cfd_bFI/AAAAAAAACm8/ekxeU2CW9so/s1600/ella4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404809325002583122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SwG9cfd_bFI/AAAAAAAACm8/ekxeU2CW9so/s400/ella4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-6015822100389743321?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/6015822100389743321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=6015822100389743321' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/6015822100389743321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/6015822100389743321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/11/school-pic.html' title='School Pic!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SwG9cfd_bFI/AAAAAAAACm8/ekxeU2CW9so/s72-c/ella4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-4058370924109629525</id><published>2009-11-10T16:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:11:01.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Finally around to posting Ryder's 2 year old pics!  So, what has my little two year old been up to?Well, let me just tell you a few things about this adorable guy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-He still goes to sleep great!  And is still in a crib even though he can crawl (more like jump) right out.  Annie gives me grief about this!  I'll be moving him soon. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-His smile can light up a room.  He is just happy about life!  Give him a piece of string, balloon, ball and he could not be happier!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-I thought when Ry was a baby that he was going to be my laid back kid.  WRONG!  He has definitely got some spunk! If I could bottle up his energy and sell it..... millionaire!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-He has got the BEST laugh.  We get to hear it real good when Daddy tickles him.  Very ticklish!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-Other than the random fits (I mean he is 2) he is a pretty good little guy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-He is showing more independence all the time.  He follows sister around doing all she does. (This scares me somewhat)  He always thinks he is big enough to hang with the older cousins!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-He has started a fascination with Cars and Spiderman!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-He still has a pretty good appetite.  Will pretty much eat what you put in front of him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-Starting to talk more and more all the time.  Always puts "Mommy" at the end of everything!  "Drink, Mommy" "Go bye-bye, Mommy" "Stop Ella, Mommy!" "Cungry(hungry), Mommy"  I LOVE this!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-Now that he gets himself out of bed he'll usually come to my room in the morning and crawls into bed with me and lays on his back and does not budge!  I mean, he lays not moving a muscle, awake, until I say "let's get up!" And then giggles and bounces out of bed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-Love his crazy spikey hair, his Fred Flinstone feet, white pastey complexion ;), his ears and of course his all out, no holding back big ole grin!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He is my little big guy who has introduced me to the world of boys and I am loving every minute (well, most minutes ;)!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="600" alt="07-" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2575/4094052412_9173ec266a_o.jpg" width="429" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="600" alt="03-" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2561/4093286829_3d21bb963b_o.jpg" width="429" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="600" alt="2 years" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2703/4093286739_71fbc73cea_o.jpg" width="429" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="600" alt="05-" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2658/4094052334_3ea8aebe61_o.jpg" width="429" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="web" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2673/4094052274_52830296c2_o.jpg" width="700" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-4058370924109629525?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/4058370924109629525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=4058370924109629525' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/4058370924109629525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/4058370924109629525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/11/2-years.html' title='2 years!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-8984109911071976778</id><published>2009-11-04T16:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T16:46:25.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>8 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, he's been 8 months for a few weeks now but I am trying to catch up!;)  So what has been up with my little guy lately.  He now sleeps without the Guardian Sleeper!  Don't be mistaken, he still can't roll from his back to his belly.  He just doesn't have to be flipped at night anymore.  I think it is because he crawls around the crib now instead of just immediately flipping to his back.  That's right, he can crawl, sit himself up and pull up but the poor little 8 monther CAN'T roll to his belly.  Hopefully he will be able to before he turns 5!  So ever since he started crawling he is now the best baby.  Happy to get where he wants to go and he just does his own thing.  He'll be playing in the living room and then I'll find him in the Toy room.  I am really lucky that he hasn't started putting stuff in his mouth.  He hasn't quite mastered this yet.  Oh yes, NEW accomplishment,  he pulls up.  He thinks he is so big when he does this too!  He is still so smiley and LOVES to be tickled.  He also will belly laugh at his brother and sister when they dance for him!  Really cute!  He has a great appetite and loves his bottles.  I just stare at his adorable face and my heart melts.  Just to think that I cried when I found out about his pregnancy.  I don't know what I would do without him.  Love me some Brockers!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="630" alt="brock8months-" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2703/4076399900_1ba0668ca3_o.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-8984109911071976778?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/8984109911071976778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=8984109911071976778' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/8984109911071976778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/8984109911071976778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/11/8-months.html' title='8 months'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-6799072473851641675</id><published>2009-11-03T15:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T16:10:04.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>Alright, I am bringing my blog back to life and I am starting out with my Halloween post. I have a lot to catch up on so hopefully I"ll catch up by the end of the week!;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We went to Woodward for the weekend. Spending Halloween with all the kids was just too fun. It have been a tad stressful getting 11 kids ready for Halloween under one roof but we survived and have pictures to prove it. Ella was Elfaba, The Wicked Witch of the West, from the broadway show Wicked. Elfaba is not really wicked just misunderstood, maybe, much like Ella! I think Ella really just wanted to paint her face green. The face paint lasted a total of 5 minutes before she started scratching. Like I predicted, as the older kids started getting their costumes on Ryder FREAKED out. Crying, hating it, scared of EVERYONE. We got him calm and forced him into his costume and then he seemed to be over it. I think it was the thought of getting candy that brought him back to the world of sanity. The boys were adorable. Ryder as Frankenstein and Brock as the Mad Scientist. We could not stop laughing at him in his glasses. It was great!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We went to my parent's church Kids Fest. Lots to do and the kids had a blast. They played games and got loads of candy. It was a huge success. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We are back at home and now I have to try and convince my kids that we don't eat candy for every meal of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="464" alt="02-" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2550/4072643283_626b98ab26_o.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="464" alt="03-" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3431/4072643319_70f43266c0_o.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="464" alt="04-" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2633/4072643361_eeb5357f4f_o.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400002054945320130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SvCpQi9lLMI/AAAAAAAACmc/SEWRIcJH0OI/s400/01-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400002063826980610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SvCpREDIjwI/AAAAAAAACms/IKWhDjSh9Wg/s400/07-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400002067500937490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SvCpRRvEsRI/AAAAAAAACm0/fIfhCYBn1-U/s400/06-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400002058660038194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SvCpQwzPRjI/AAAAAAAACmk/MyH_ANjqa3E/s400/05-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-6799072473851641675?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/6799072473851641675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=6799072473851641675' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/6799072473851641675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/6799072473851641675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SvCpQi9lLMI/AAAAAAAACmc/SEWRIcJH0OI/s72-c/01-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-3084660535481153659</id><published>2009-10-30T14:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T14:43:31.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a Happy and Safe Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I promise to be back next week with photos and updates on all the kids! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="658" alt="Happy Halloween" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2600/4059169180_6ca584cd6a_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-3084660535481153659?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/3084660535481153659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=3084660535481153659' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3084660535481153659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3084660535481153659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/10/have-happy-and-safe-halloween.html' title='Have a Happy and Safe Halloween!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-6401204230392391061</id><published>2009-10-06T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T16:52:51.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Years Old Today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Ryder Roo!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="450" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2460/3988522554_5064314a8a_o.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-6401204230392391061?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/6401204230392391061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=6401204230392391061' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/6401204230392391061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/6401204230392391061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/10/2-years-old-today.html' title='2 Years Old Today!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-198830015717222624</id><published>2009-09-29T09:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T09:25:15.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7 months</title><content type='html'>What has Brock been up to since turning 7 months:&lt;br /&gt;-still CAN NOT roll from his back to his belly (FUN for mommy)&lt;br /&gt;-loves to watch his sister and brother play around him&lt;br /&gt;-loves to eat, A LOT&lt;br /&gt;-is getting really close to crawling&lt;br /&gt;-sleeps great&lt;br /&gt;-is still a very smiley baby&lt;br /&gt;-is going through a "hold me" all the time phase&lt;br /&gt;-LOVES bath time&lt;br /&gt;-has survived Ella carrying him around and Ryder standing on him!&lt;br /&gt;AND he is still my precious Brocker!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="483" alt="7 months" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2531/3966224652_c573b6537a_o.jpg" width="725" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-198830015717222624?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/198830015717222624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=198830015717222624' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/198830015717222624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/198830015717222624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/09/7-months.html' title='7 months'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-475547189195622876</id><published>2009-09-25T16:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T18:28:45.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Princess Sleeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;My beautiful and tiny niece, Heidi Beth. Here's one pic to hold over Sal. I'll post more once she gets the birth announcements out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="518" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2607/3953560631_5760617b06_o.jpg" width="725" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-475547189195622876?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/475547189195622876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=475547189195622876' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/475547189195622876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/475547189195622876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/09/princess-sleeps.html' title='The Princess Sleeps'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-1208202786539872196</id><published>2009-09-23T17:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:40:44.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="518" alt="Brothers" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2539/3949117190_4fcb19cc15_o.jpg" width="725" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-1208202786539872196?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/1208202786539872196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=1208202786539872196' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/1208202786539872196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/1208202786539872196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/09/brothers.html' title='Brothers!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-6137252800557995944</id><published>2009-09-18T10:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:52:37.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Soccer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ella had her first soccer practice last night.  She was so excited all day long.  I basically could get her to act or do whatever I wanted yesterday by just saying "you want to go to soccer practice don't you?"  It was great.  I hope this works a little bit longer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When it was time to get her cleats and shin guards on I told her to go get ready.  She comes out of her room wearing a sparkley, pink dress with earrings.  "Ella, you can't wear that to soccer practice."  Ella, "why not, I need to look cute!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After explaining what soccer is all about and how she needs soccer gear she was ok with changing.  I then proceed to put my shoes on and Ella comes out of the toy telling me to smell her soccer ball.  "Doesn't my ball smell good.  I put lotion on it.  I am ready to play soccer."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So now that we have the right attire and lotioned ball off we went.  She was too adorable out there.  My not so shy girl runs straight on the field and starts talking to any team member that would talk to her, while portraying her mad skills of course!  Cooper then arrived at practice and she was beyond thrilled to have him there.  They did a few drills, stopped to hydrate and then they had one ball on the field and all the kids were to try and get the ball and score.  Basically they all blobbed around the ball.  Coop did make a break away and went and scored!  Ella was very excited "YEAH, we won!"  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After practice was over I asked why she didn't go and take the ball.  She said the boys were mean.  I then proceed to explain to her that it's OK to go and take the ball away and get agressive.  Explaining aggressiveness to a 4 year old was a little difficult.  After a few minutes of not getting my point across.  A light bulb clicked in her head.  "Oh, so I can get the ball and not share!"  I didn't want to start a 10 minute talk about teamwork so I just agreed.  But then told her she still had to share when not playing soccer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Her first game is Saturday.  We are all very excited!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="560" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3459/3931095005_8501321196_o.jpg" width="553" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mean soccer face!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="560" alt="IMG_5280-" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2652/3931877532_585523c79a_o.jpg" width="561" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to leave this little story out.  Jason has been working LOTS of late hours.  So one evening instead of pulling my hair out and running up and down my street, I decided to take my kids over to hang out with the Harrels.  After being there a few minutes, Josh asked what is wrong with Brock's head.  I didn't know what he was talking about.  I go to look at his head and low and behold a big chunk of hair is missing.  "Ella, get in here."  She comes skipping into the room.  "What is wrong with Brock's head."  She gives a funny giggle and runs off.  I then go and ask her again.  She looks at me and is not quite sure what she should say.  I asked if she cut his hair.  She nods and then is a slow, monotone voice tells me she'll never do it again!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="358" alt="IMG_5257-" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3482/3931877580_04786cd50b_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="490" alt="IMG_5273-" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2632/3931095145_52d5649959_o.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-6137252800557995944?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/6137252800557995944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=6137252800557995944' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/6137252800557995944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/6137252800557995944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/09/starting-soccer.html' title='Starting Soccer!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-6082838793261903381</id><published>2009-09-15T16:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:55:12.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Student</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ella loves school which means she loves to play school at home!  It's cute.  Since one of her siblings in not mobile yet she has a "willing" student! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Please ignore the fact that the "teacher" is only wearing panties.....YIKES!;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="630" alt="Star student" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2630/3924394548_bc1f944cbc_o.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think we have a teacher's pet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="630" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2559/3924394484_23100a94ae_o.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-6082838793261903381?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/6082838793261903381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=6082838793261903381' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/6082838793261903381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/6082838793261903381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/09/star-student.html' title='Star Student'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-7703441147497009403</id><published>2009-09-10T18:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:17:40.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nosy Neighbors!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="518" alt="Nosy Neighbors!" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2577/3908256084_eb61b4d2b5_o.jpg" width="725" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-7703441147497009403?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/7703441147497009403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=7703441147497009403' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/7703441147497009403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/7703441147497009403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/09/nosy-neighbors.html' title='Nosy Neighbors!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-1071626469412629876</id><published>2009-09-09T15:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:41:19.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heidi Beth is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;She arrived around 4:30 yesterday.  Weighing in around 6lbs 6 ozs and I think 19 inches.  Mom did great.  Had a pretty good labor and is feeling good today.  Oh, Dad did good too!;)  Annie, me and three oldest Owasso kids jumped in the car and headed to Stillwater last night to say hi to the newest cousin.  They were so excited to meet her.  As you can see from Ella's pic with Heidi she loved gettin her hands on her.  We just think she is precious and looks just like her Daddy.  I can't wait to get some newborn pics of her!  You are already loved like CRAZY Miss Heidi!!!  Can't wait to hold you again!  Love you, from your favorite Aunt!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="425" alt="IMG_5229-" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3530/3904193583_e1125ea3b3_o.jpg" width="595" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="425" alt="IMG_5200-" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3452/3904193639_54eb108e42_o.jpg" width="595" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="595" alt="IMG_5216-" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2543/3904193729_294ac3c1eb_o.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="425" alt="IMG_5205-" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2534/3904193841_45102aa65e_o.jpg" width="595" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-1071626469412629876?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/1071626469412629876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=1071626469412629876' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/1071626469412629876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/1071626469412629876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/09/heidi-beth-is-here.html' title='Heidi Beth is here!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-5756725222717107654</id><published>2009-09-04T12:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T12:58:29.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's right!  He is half way to ONE!  Crazy, huh?  Don't be too fooled by these pics.  He can't really sit up all by himself.  Aunt Annie would move her hand and snap, snap went the camera before he would fall over.  He is still just such a good baby.  Sleeps great.  Although he is still making good use of Ruby's Guardian Sleeper because he still CAN'T roll from his back to his stomach! ARRGHH, I get a little frustrated with this.  Anyway, he sleeps really good in the "sleeper" so thank goodness for it!  He takes a real fast morning nap (we have to get Ella from school around 11:00).  He then takes around 2 1/2 to 3 hour afternoon nap and then sometimes back down for a 45 minute evening nap.  He has just started to get up on his hands and knees and rocks back and forth a little bit.  Jason and Aunt Sally swore they saw him crawl a little.  I am not so sure!  He can scoot, but just a little!  He also started to eat dinner.  He is pretty good with his food.  Getting better and better all the time!  Also, you will notice that he has two teeth.  He receive those puppies about 2-3 weeks ago.  They did not come in without a fight though and they brought GALLONS of drool!  He went to his doctor appointment yesterday.  He now weighs a little over 19 lbs and is 28 inches long.  He is still my big guy.  And if you are wondering he is still so SMILEY!  Just look his way and he'll give you a big ole grin!  Love you Brocker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="630" alt="6 months" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2424/3886950517_3be8489c5d_o.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="464" alt="03-" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2576/3886950613_f92a974217_o.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="630" alt="02-" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2658/3886950565_b4ec9b410d_o.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="630" alt="05bw-" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2567/3886950649_73b1a7507f_o.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-5756725222717107654?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/5756725222717107654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=5756725222717107654' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/5756725222717107654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/5756725222717107654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/09/6-months.html' title='6 months'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-2841035954615275333</id><published>2009-09-02T16:22:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:38:19.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Queen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ella had her first dance practice on Monday. She was asking me if she got to go on stage when she got there. I told her it will be a long time before the stage! To say that she loved it would be an understatement.  She looked so cute all dressed up.  We even got to peek in on them while they did some of there stuff.  Their skips and stretches, ADORABLE.  I think she also loves to get to be in class with Lily, Alora and Hattie!  They make pretty cute ballerinas.  After class on our way to the car they showed us there skips again.  I just love how my little gal is getting older and being able to start doing stuff that I know she loves.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="700" alt="IMG_5051-" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3550/3880009864_3204b976ae_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="IMG_5057-" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3435/3880009900_2051710b7f_o.jpg" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="700" alt="IMG_5066-" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2593/3879212853_82fd4b923d_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="700" alt="IMG_5080-" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2450/3879212923_f2126a2f6d_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="700" alt="IMG_5084-" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3435/3879212993_783113b5f3_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="700" alt="IMG_5094-" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2478/3880010106_677ef22c1b_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-2841035954615275333?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/2841035954615275333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=2841035954615275333' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/2841035954615275333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/2841035954615275333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/09/dancing-queen.html' title='Dancing Queen!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-6981619471089331604</id><published>2009-08-27T16:30:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:42:36.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ella: Mom, get the cramera!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="464" alt="IMG_4393-" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3419/3862531243_6375b3a184_o.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryder: MINE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ella: Hey, give those back. arrrrgh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brock: &lt;em&gt;(What is with these two?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="464" alt="IMG_4396-" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2500/3862531297_fa6782388f_o.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella: RYDER!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ryder: NO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brock: &lt;em&gt;(Seriously, Mom, are they really worth the trouble?!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="464" alt="IMG_4397-" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2430/3862531337_b413ca3f1f_o.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella: Here you go Brock! I saved your pretty pink glasses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ryder: crying and pouting&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brock: &lt;em&gt;(Oh yeah, she's back.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="464" alt="IMG_4400-" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2509/3862531381_e7e5bd05ec_o.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ella: Ok, take the picture! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ryder: CHEESE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brock: &lt;em&gt;(Will this ever end?!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="464" alt="IMG_4407-" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2461/3862531457_c6793972da_o.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-6981619471089331604?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/6981619471089331604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=6981619471089331604' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/6981619471089331604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/6981619471089331604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/08/typical-evening.html' title='Typical Evening'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-3844792624287182919</id><published>2009-08-26T16:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T16:51:48.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="725" alt="Bathing Beauty" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2610/3859670961_a935f07c22_o.jpg" width="518" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok, so not "wordless", but just a tad info.  This is not Brock in a flower hat.  It's Ruby Duby enjoying the Splash Pad!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-3844792624287182919?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/3844792624287182919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=3844792624287182919' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3844792624287182919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3844792624287182919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/08/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-3322809690013111966</id><published>2009-08-25T16:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:35:03.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidbit Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>So I am taking Hilary's advice and doing a Tidbit Tuesday. Since this blog is for me to capture memories and all! I thought I would post a few interesting things that have came out of Ella's mouth lately! I have told many friends these stories already!;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the kitchen the other evening Ella keeps going on and on about life. Yes, life. Just a lot of random things. "Mom, before babies were in bellies and before animals were here. There were no trees. Before lots of people were here. The earth was small. No one lived here. Me and Ryder weren't here yet. I didn't go to school then." She keeps going on about some random stuff. I listen intently waiting for her to make her point. After she finishes her list. She looks up at me and says "This is some things I have been thinking about lately!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other afternoon Ella keeps whining and complaining how she has no one to play with. She goes on and on. She wants Lily to come over and play. She wants Ryder to play. She is having a pity party because no one is here to play with her. Tired of listening to her drag on and on about this. I told her to go make believe that she has a friend here and play with her. She gives me a questionable look. I tell her, it's like a pretend friend. She realizes what I am saying and with a little smirk she skips to her room to play with the pretend friend. Two seconds later she comes out of her room fussing and whining "She won't play with me either!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="504" alt="Flower child!" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3551/3857333564_3a08e47ba6_o.jpg" width="750" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-3322809690013111966?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/3322809690013111966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=3322809690013111966' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3322809690013111966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3322809690013111966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/08/tidbit-tuesday.html' title='Tidbit Tuesday!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-3907027941865231973</id><published>2009-08-21T10:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T10:18:39.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Fans!</title><content type='html'>The casting of Renesmee for the last movie has been announced!  Ella will play the little vampire in the 4th movie!  What do you think?  I think she'll do pretty good......hehehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="536" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3571/3842191463_0ae78ccc12_o.jpg" width="750" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-3907027941865231973?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/3907027941865231973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=3907027941865231973' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3907027941865231973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3907027941865231973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/08/twilight-fans.html' title='Twilight Fans!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-4456771032199899990</id><published>2009-08-19T13:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T14:09:14.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-K Everyday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's over.  The late nights.  The sleeping in till 10!  Our lives have changed.  We will now, attempt to, get to bed early and rise bright and early for school!  We will do this 9 months out of the year FOREVER!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ella was so excited to start school!  She woke up with a jump and smile.  Ate a decent breakfast and giggled while I got her dressed.  "I am so excited to go to school.  I can't wait to see all my new friends!"  I am sure in a few weeks I'll be dragging her out of bed in the mornings.  I love how excited she is for school.  I know a lot of moms who have shed a few tears!  I mean their babies are starting school.  They are starting a new stage of life! Well.......I have been waiting for this day!  It's kind of pathetic that I am not sad at all.  I love that she has started school and now getting involved in things!  I am ready for this stage and Ella is too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jason, the boys and I took her to her classroom today!  She bounced right in without hesitation.  Immediately started her rounds in the room to check everything out.  I kept bugging her by trying to take a few pics.  After realizing that she no longer cared for us to be there we made our departure with barely goodbye from her. She thinks she is so big!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The BIG downfall to pre-K.  The pick up line.  It is amazing long and takes FOREVER.  I do hope they come up with a better plan!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My hope is that she loves school.  I hope that she makes lots of new friends, grows in a desire to learn, obeys her teachers and has a fantastic school experience!  We love you Ella Bella!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="700" alt="School girl!!" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2510/3836926827_9360e26d69_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="700" alt="IMG_4839-" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2445/3836926921_9e8904cc6f_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="700" alt="IMG_4849-" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3453/3837717950_f8e46cc0fa_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SoxI556pndI/AAAAAAAACmQ/s8sNj9s_Vmo/s1600-h/IMG_4851-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371748615182720466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SoxI556pndI/AAAAAAAACmQ/s8sNj9s_Vmo/s400/IMG_4851-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SoxI5HvUP_I/AAAAAAAACmI/t_xaqlyjgK4/s1600-h/IMG_4854-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371748601713410034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SoxI5HvUP_I/AAAAAAAACmI/t_xaqlyjgK4/s400/IMG_4854-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SoxI4iQPHSI/AAAAAAAACmA/VYoUbm38GL0/s1600-h/IMG_4852-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371748591650938146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SoxI4iQPHSI/AAAAAAAACmA/VYoUbm38GL0/s400/IMG_4852-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-4456771032199899990?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/4456771032199899990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=4456771032199899990' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/4456771032199899990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/4456771032199899990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/08/pre-k-everyday.html' title='Pre-K Everyday!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SoxI556pndI/AAAAAAAACmQ/s8sNj9s_Vmo/s72-c/IMG_4851-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-1643043873563416330</id><published>2009-08-18T15:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:44:37.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid's Musical</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was the kid's summer musical.  The little ones sang a couple of songs and then the big kids put on a performance.  Ella and Cooper did great!  Ella loves to perform.  She kept asking when she gets to go on stage again!  Lily was old enough to be a part of the big kid show.  We were so proud of her.  She did a fantastic job and Annie didn't even have to threaten to make her do it.  She is growing out of her shyness some!   It was a super cute show and I can't wait till Ella can be with the big kids next summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SosRzYgqXJI/AAAAAAAAClg/xbtDHfsyrhY/s1600-h/IMG_4725-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371406555019893906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SosRzYgqXJI/AAAAAAAAClg/xbtDHfsyrhY/s400/IMG_4725-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SosRysnUFqI/AAAAAAAAClY/rTxBzk-LSSs/s1600-h/IMG_4714-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371406543236634274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SosRysnUFqI/AAAAAAAAClY/rTxBzk-LSSs/s400/IMG_4714-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371406571272857906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SosR0VDq6TI/AAAAAAAAClw/zVzUIsPQiPc/s400/IMG_4756-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371406565460298226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SosRz_Z2SfI/AAAAAAAAClo/baE-Mxloz_o/s400/IMG_4742-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371406584281974466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SosR1FhSRsI/AAAAAAAACl4/OPgvlJuFHZ8/s400/IMG_4765-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-1643043873563416330?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/1643043873563416330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=1643043873563416330' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/1643043873563416330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/1643043873563416330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/08/kids-musical.html' title='Kid&apos;s Musical'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SosRzYgqXJI/AAAAAAAAClg/xbtDHfsyrhY/s72-c/IMG_4725-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-7064723877695277543</id><published>2009-08-17T15:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:48:08.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 years ago......</title><content type='html'>..... we started on an amazing journey.  Yesterday was our anniversary.  I can't believe we have been married 6 years.  I still remember our wedding day and all the details.  We were only engaged for about 6 months so my mom got right to work.  She was the expert wedding coordinator.  She had already put together 3 weddings before hand.  She was amazing.  I'll never be able to thank her for all she did.  Oh yea...dad too, for fittin the bill!;)  I loved the colors I picked out.  The bridesmaids dresses, thanks to mom and Aunt Debbie for those, they were beautiful.  Even girls 8 months pregnant look good in them, Annie!  LOVE how my cousin Hunter pulled a wagon down the aisle with three cuties, Emily, Max and Haidyn, in it.  I am pleased with myself for letting the bridesmaid pick out how they wanted their hair done unlike some weddings I have been in, MANDY!!!  I LOVE my dress.  It was straight with a beautiful long train.  I wish I could have worn it longer!  I love how Jason and I got to see each other before the ceremony!  It was our special moment together and we were able to get the pics out of the way!  I loved how we faced out into the guests.  I love how my wedding album turned out.  I love how when Ella looks at our wedding book she always wants to know were she is.  So blessed to have all my memories that I LOVE captured for me to cherish forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 years ago I became a wife to such an amazing man.  Thank you Jason for working so hard for our family.  Thank you for being a hands on, fabulous Daddy.  Thank you for loving me.  Thank you for loving God and being an awesome witness for those around you.  I love you and can't wait for many more anniversaries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the poem my grandfather wrote for our wedding invitation. Personally Sisters, I think mine is the best!;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A miracle? It has to be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though some will say a mystery:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How this one, who came our way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Becomes the bride we see today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's a beauty, in gown and train, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A cause for tears without the pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She and her father, in awhile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will be progressing down the aisle;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As they approach a stately guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fidgeting nervously, standing by,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be leafing through the years,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back to a day with similar fears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, Dear God, we turn to You,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And ask what only You can do;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bless our children with love to share,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And keep them in Your watchful care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This, Dear Lord, is all we say;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the name of Jesus is how we pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics from our wedding album.  Sorry for the quality I scanned them in and apparently my scanner is on the fritz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371030179200685106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Som7fbUo1DI/AAAAAAAAClI/yxh9RNKV9y4/s400/wed2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Som7gFqYlbI/AAAAAAAAClQ/bquaNQWscqA/s1600-h/wed3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371030190566184370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Som7gFqYlbI/AAAAAAAAClQ/bquaNQWscqA/s400/wed3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-7064723877695277543?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/7064723877695277543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=7064723877695277543' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/7064723877695277543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/7064723877695277543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/08/6-years-ago.html' title='6 years ago......'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Som7fbUo1DI/AAAAAAAAClI/yxh9RNKV9y4/s72-c/wed2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-8281538458164438408</id><published>2009-08-12T11:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T12:17:39.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Panties and big cheeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;No......not those cheeks!  I would never....... ;)!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am randomly telling Ella that she needs to teach her brother to go on the potty. She usually just smiles and tells me "ok, when he gets bigger." The other day I hear giggles from the bathroom. I go to investigate and low and behold Ella actually listened to me for once. She had hers brother's diaper off and had placed him on the potty. Then she began to order him to go potty. Of course nothing happened and she would then get frustrated. Now she knows how I felt when potty training her! I told her don't worry he'll figure it out later. (Well, I hope he does anyway!;) So I got him up put a diaper back on and off they went. He has turned into her little shadow. They started playing in her room. Little while later they come running out of her room laughing. And you guessed it, Ryder had on some panties! After a little chuckle. His bottom did look awfully cute! I told Ella that there are two things wrong here. First he isn't potty trained so don't take his diaper off and second boys don't wear panties. She thought it was pretty funny!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh and if you are wondering about his lovely face that looks like he has stuffed his face full. Well he did. He now stuffs everything on his plate into his mouth in 5 seconds and stores it away! It is so annoying. I usually have to dig the food out of his mouth! Just lovely!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="665" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2536/3814503705_eae34bf80e_o.jpg" width="475" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="700" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3574/3815314006_35067e69c5_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="429" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2512/3814548277_8cc4de1537_o.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-8281538458164438408?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/8281538458164438408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=8281538458164438408' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/8281538458164438408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/8281538458164438408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/08/panties.html' title='Panties and big cheeks!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-3854092394592414457</id><published>2009-08-11T18:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:31:31.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quick one...</title><content type='html'>So this is a quick little view of what my mom is going to do in her dining room.  She is going to print off a 10 x 10 pic of each kid and hang them on the wall kind of like this.  She has ultimate say in what photos she wants but I liked these.  So once she gets her wall done then she can take a pic of it to show the end results!  Oh and the bottom left box will be a saying that she picks out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="559" alt="mimi's" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2548/3813231198_891425be9c_o.jpg" width="750" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-3854092394592414457?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/3854092394592414457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=3854092394592414457' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3854092394592414457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3854092394592414457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-quick-one.html' title='Just a quick one...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-4863627037041533697</id><published>2009-08-03T14:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:02:00.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from Woodward.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We came down for a baby shower and birthday party! And once again Annie and I will be making the trip home with us against the 6 kids in the back of the van. Please say a little prayer!;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Friday morning, before we headed to Woodward, I went to get Ryder out of bed and found him playing in the room. He had crawled out of his crib! OH NO, my little guy is now going to be a pain when getting him to bed! The one thing he always did amazing was going to bed. Always laid right down and went to sleep. Well, the first night in Woodward he stay with his Nana Lisa and she tried over and over to put him to bed and he would just pop right out. She couldn't get him to go to sleep until 1 am! Needless to say I was not looking forward to the next night or even nap time. So nap time came and I put him in the pac-n-play. He jumped right out as soon as I left the room. So I spanked his little bottom and placed him back in. He was not happy but didn't like the spanking. Well, it worked because he stayed in the pac-n-play until nap time was over. I thought, good this won't be too bad. So last night I went to put him to sleep. He laid down great and I was telling him night, night and patting him. He then told me to go, go. I was thinking, well, he must want to go to sleep. I left and waited outside the room to listen to the thud of the stinker escaping but heard nothing. So I went back to the living room to visit with my mom and sister. About 10 minutes later. I hear a funny little voice coming from the stairs and there pops Ryder telling me "ball, momma." He was holding a ball and came bouncing into the living room with a big smile on his face. So much for me thinking he wanted to go to sleep. I took him back down stairs, firmly placing him in bed and using my very serious mother voice. "DO NOT GET OUT OF BED! NIGHT, NIGHT!" I left the room waited for the the escape and then I heard it. I opened the door fast and furious, he took one glance at me and tried to do his best to get back into bed! He didn't' get out again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He really hasn't done too bad. He tries to escape a few times but then realizes mom is waiting to put him back and gives up. He hasn't tried to leave in the middle of the night yet and waits for me until I get him in the morning. So I am sure I'll be having to move him to a big boy bed soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what's a post without pics.  The new escape artist!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365828858271193202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SndA6s7LWHI/AAAAAAAACk4/mnX12NLK0qs/s400/IMG_2110-.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365828866989817010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SndA7NZ2_LI/AAAAAAAAClA/OeQTADLIrzM/s400/IMG_2119-.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-4863627037041533697?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/4863627037041533697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=4863627037041533697' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/4863627037041533697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/4863627037041533697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-from-woodward.html' title='Hello from Woodward.'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SndA6s7LWHI/AAAAAAAACk4/mnX12NLK0qs/s72-c/IMG_2110-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-3897379501557590430</id><published>2009-07-28T15:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:56:58.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drumroll Please......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's right all TEN cousins in one pic together. It definitely took some work, but hard work paid off. Really I think I have one of the easiest jobs taking the pics. My mom and sisters are the ones behind me sweating to death to try and get the little rugrats to smile! It's funny to know that when desperate times come we will do anything thing it takes to get a smile. Heaven forbid on any normal given day if the kids were to say things like booger, booty, etc. then they are reprimanded! But if we are trying to get 10 kids to smile at the same time then there are many booties shakins and booger sayins! So here is the outcome! Not too bad if I do say so myself! Until next summer when there will be one more little Whiteley grandchild added to the pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="518" alt="Cousins" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2454/3766980816_514f8a0d89_o.jpg" width="725" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now on to what you really want to see, the outtakes!  Just multiply these by 100 and this is want we did for about 10 minutes one evening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363615810517143394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Sm9kKXmLD2I/AAAAAAAACj4/Xf9UQILk5XY/s400/100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363615822466874018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Sm9kLEHNeqI/AAAAAAAACkI/SlzsaFyd6y4/s400/102.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mimi comforting Ella after I went to talk to her and my camera swung down and smacked her in the head.  I thought our evening was over, but Mimi made it all better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363615831742966722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Sm9kLmqza8I/AAAAAAAACkQ/RAQxMfcxXAU/s400/103.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Ella recovers how about Aunt Annie try and get the babies to smile.  No problem!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363615967577040386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Sm9kTgsK5gI/AAAAAAAACkg/pJnV4W0-iPs/s400/105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How about a group hug?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363615836798305746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Sm9kL5gFxdI/AAAAAAAACkY/X2FubanXGuw/s400/104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that wasn't such a good idea, huh, Ryder and Ben?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363615975825365538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Sm9kT_auWiI/AAAAAAAACko/PpPPwmvyEZk/s400/106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I think we are done!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363615979306019186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Sm9kUMYk6XI/AAAAAAAACkw/iZV204a9rMk/s400/107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="518" alt="Cousins" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2648/3766183219_eceb3ae5f9_o.jpg" width="725" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-3897379501557590430?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/3897379501557590430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=3897379501557590430' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3897379501557590430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3897379501557590430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/07/drumroll-please.html' title='Drumroll Please......'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Sm9kKXmLD2I/AAAAAAAACj4/Xf9UQILk5XY/s72-c/100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-4149719842896774931</id><published>2009-07-27T15:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T15:54:54.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Last Thursday my baby turned 5 months. He is still a pretty good baby. I do think that he has started the teething process. He constantly has drool hanging down from his chin and he SOAKS his attire! He is still sleeping in Ruby's Guardian Sleeper because he can't roll both ways yet. The Guardian Sleeper is a BLESSING. Keeps him asleep for 12 hours at night! He can't roll to his back and wake himself up every hour wanting mommy to roll him back to his oh so comfy belly! So we greatly appreciate Aunt Annie for letting us use this. Hopefully within a few weeks he'll roll both ways and then he is on his own at night. He is doing great with the baby food. Haven't come across anything that he doesn't like. He also takes his cereal at night great, unlike his sister and brother did. He spends much of his awake time in the excersaucer, johnny jumper and on the floor while mommy tries to keep Ryder from laying on him! Just like his brother at this age, Brock will flash you a big grin by just saying his name. Super easy to get to smile, which Mommy/photographer love! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We love you Brocker!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="700" alt="5 months" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2481/3762648849_369b351c99_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="02-" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3517/3763483562_043beb474e.jpg" width="357" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-4149719842896774931?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/4149719842896774931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=4149719842896774931' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/4149719842896774931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/4149719842896774931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-months.html' title='5 months'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3517/3763483562_043beb474e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-7260211541057411438</id><published>2009-07-20T10:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:54:27.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's coming home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jason should be getting home tonight. It will be late so the kids won't see him until tomorrow! We are so EXCITED! It's been a long 10 days and we are ready to for daddy to be home!!! Ryder will probably be glued to Jason for a few days. He is such a daddy's boy! Ella can't wait to see daddy and "give him four kisses!" We are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; counting down the hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="01-" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3431/3739547447_d10f066db1_o.jpg" width="775" height="553" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-7260211541057411438?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/7260211541057411438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=7260211541057411438' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/7260211541057411438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/7260211541057411438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/07/daddy-coming-home.html' title='Daddy&apos;s coming home!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-4361678814765188433</id><published>2009-07-08T14:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:16:25.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday With Words!</title><content type='html'>Well, this post needed to be explained! A few weeks ago Brock received his first taste of vegetables. Green beans to be exact. He really didn't do to bad. I'll let the pics explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so happy. What has mom got in her hand? Interesting.....hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="357" alt="IMG_3545-" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3521/3702271746_2771a05e65.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite sure what to think. What has just gone into my mouth? Maybe if I stare intently at mom then I'll figure out what she has just done to me. Why is she staring at me with a weird little grin on her face waiting for me to do something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="357" alt="IMG_3548-" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2530/3701464267_0e93648e18.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I guess it wasn't too bad. Now if I could just stop smiling then I might be able to get some of this down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="357" alt="IMG_3552-" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2631/3701464359_a86b5091df.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Up to date: After a few weeks of being spoon fed he is turning into a pro and liking everything I have given him so far!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-4361678814765188433?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/4361678814765188433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=4361678814765188433' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/4361678814765188433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/4361678814765188433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/07/wordful-wednesday.html' title='Wednesday With Words!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3521/3702271746_2771a05e65_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-5935098025581673347</id><published>2009-07-02T11:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T11:49:42.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am about a week late in posting about my little 4 month old. He went to the doctor yesterday. He weighs about 16.5 lbs and a tad bit over 26 inches long. He is my big boy! He is such a GOOD baby. I am truly spoiled. He is sleeping great! Goes down anywhere from 8-9 pm and then gets up usually around 8-9 am. He is flipping from his tummy to his back so we, and by we I mean ME, are having to get up and flip him over through out the night. He usually just goes back to sleep once I flip him back over. He takes a little morning nap and then about a 3 hour afternoon nap. Depending how tired he is he might take a quick evening nap as well. He just started vegetables the other day for lunch. He doesn't seem to hate them but we are still working on controlling the tongue better so we can actually get some food down! He is such a happy, content baby who rarely fusses! He has started to reach for things. He can't quite grip much but he is working on it. He is a instant grinner. Just look his way and he'll flash a cute ole smile! We love you Brocker!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="700" alt="4 months" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3565/3681359017_2ceca9cb8f_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-5935098025581673347?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/5935098025581673347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=5935098025581673347' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/5935098025581673347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/5935098025581673347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/07/4-months.html' title='4 months'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-1308131994982350162</id><published>2009-07-01T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T17:02:05.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="700" alt="IMG_3607-" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2573/3679908056_3c4cbaa2ee_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-1308131994982350162?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/1308131994982350162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=1308131994982350162' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/1308131994982350162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/1308131994982350162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/07/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-3406609781906720148</id><published>2009-06-23T21:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:46:28.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Court's THREE boys!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I wanted to put up a link of Courtney's blog.  I have tons of family and friends always wanting know how they are doing.  So go here, &lt;a href="http://www.hiningertriplets.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hininger Triplets&lt;/a&gt;, to see how they are doing.  Go check those little guys out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am apologizing for the lack of blogging.  It's Vacation Bible School this week.  So with being gone all morning and trying to finish up my master bedroom makeover, I don't have a lot of extra time right now.  That's right I redid my bedroom.  Almost done and really liking it.  I'll post pics when it is complete!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-3406609781906720148?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/3406609781906720148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=3406609781906720148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3406609781906720148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3406609781906720148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/06/courts-three-boys.html' title='Court&apos;s THREE boys!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-3919782466802056742</id><published>2009-06-17T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:26:26.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3412/3635391129_d9843e095b_o.jpg" width="700" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-3919782466802056742?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/3919782466802056742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=3919782466802056742' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3919782466802056742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3919782466802056742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/06/wordless-wednesday_17.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-7187476679309976470</id><published>2009-06-12T11:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:12:36.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a Great Weekend, YA'LL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="840" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3605/3619127859_6ef4602549_o.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="750" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2444/3619946522_221d66eab3_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Two tushy shots in one week! OH MY!&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;img height="700" alt="Cowboy Bum!" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3661/3619946626_cb3b90804f_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-7187476679309976470?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/7187476679309976470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=7187476679309976470' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/7187476679309976470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/7187476679309976470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/06/have-great-weekend-yall.html' title='Have a Great Weekend, YA&apos;LL!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-3492046256348868990</id><published>2009-06-11T11:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:56:49.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Talk Time"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what Ella said as I sat in the toy room watching a little HGTV. Let me set the scene up for you. About 2 minutes before "talk time" she just got into trouble for not listening to me. She cried got sad and finally agreed to be better. She cooled down and I went to watch a little TV while the boys were napping. What happened next is interesting to say the least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes strutting into the toy room. "Mom it is talk time!" I just looked at her with a question mark face.&lt;br /&gt;Ella: "Do you believe in Jesus?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes, Ella, I do."&lt;br /&gt;Ella: "He lives in your heart."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes"&lt;br /&gt;She then hands me a little decorative iron cross that we have. I am wondering where this is headed.&lt;br /&gt;Ella: "Hold this (cross) by your heart."&lt;br /&gt;I do as I am told!&lt;br /&gt;Ella: "God loves you and wants you to be nice to small children. Think about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takes the cross and makes her exit. Leaving me there to &lt;em&gt;think about it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="What is she up to?" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3382/3617328232_bf5fd6424c_o.jpg" width="700" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-3492046256348868990?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/3492046256348868990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=3492046256348868990' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3492046256348868990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3492046256348868990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/06/talk-time.html' title='&quot;Talk Time&quot;'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-9082976550230591506</id><published>2009-06-10T10:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:47:56.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="700" alt="04" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3315/3613498313_5e6f3954c1_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-9082976550230591506?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/9082976550230591506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=9082976550230591506' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/9082976550230591506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/9082976550230591506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/06/wordless-wednesday_10.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-8910955137049647673</id><published>2009-06-09T10:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:00:28.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Aunt Mandy!</title><content type='html'>Ella loves her blow-up toy!  It adds lots of fun to the trampoline.  I love how it wears them out!!!  Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Si6Guxacu5I/AAAAAAAACjw/6hOZgkZYkNM/s1600-h/IMG_1824-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345357945831734162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Si6Guxacu5I/AAAAAAAACjw/6hOZgkZYkNM/s400/IMG_1824-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Si6GuqrnL4I/AAAAAAAACjo/4mGpv39X7KQ/s1600-h/IMG_1806-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345357944024674178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Si6GuqrnL4I/AAAAAAAACjo/4mGpv39X7KQ/s400/IMG_1806-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Si6GupHi6MI/AAAAAAAACjg/FBoK3_lk9FA/s1600-h/IMG_1803-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345357943604963522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Si6GupHi6MI/AAAAAAAACjg/FBoK3_lk9FA/s400/IMG_1803-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-8910955137049647673?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/8910955137049647673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=8910955137049647673' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/8910955137049647673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/8910955137049647673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-aunt-mandy.html' title='For Aunt Mandy!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Si6Guxacu5I/AAAAAAAACjw/6hOZgkZYkNM/s72-c/IMG_1824-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-6077330197036792762</id><published>2009-06-08T15:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:23:13.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not really. I wish I could say "Look at this picture. A moment caught on film.  A father and daughter sharing a giggle, bonding. Isn't it so sweet?" Truth behind the picture.....they are laughing at an application Jason has on his IPhone that does fart (ahem..toot) noises! Nice, huh?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3659/3607852499_3296e801d5_o.jpg" width="700" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-6077330197036792762?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/6077330197036792762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=6077330197036792762' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/6077330197036792762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/6077330197036792762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/06/sweet-moment.html' title='Sweet Moment'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-3614387968606397132</id><published>2009-06-05T16:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T16:30:12.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Boy.....My Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Complete with dirty cheeks, crusty boogies, leftover cheetos and scratches!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="701" alt="All Boy, My Boy" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3588/3599165448_3c39af0a93_o.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-3614387968606397132?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/3614387968606397132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=3614387968606397132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3614387968606397132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3614387968606397132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-boymy-boy.html' title='All Boy.....My Boy!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-7533828251682700797</id><published>2009-06-04T16:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:03:36.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's sure is quiet....giggles....the air has a nice baby fresh scent</title><content type='html'>These were the thoughts going through my head as I sat in the living room finishing up feeding Brock.  Quietness, no noise, it's not always such a good thing around here.  I went to the room where the giggles were coming from.  As I openned the doors to the toy room and big white puff cloud comes pouring out!  As I look through the cloudy haze the scene becomes more clear I focused on the culprits of the lovely scent!  As soon as Ella laid eyes on me she said "Ryder did it."  Oh really, Ryder patted your face down with powder?  I some how doubt that.   EVERYTHING is usually her idea and he goes along for the ride! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright guys you had your fun!  No more playing with the powder it makes a mess.  You hear me.  Never again.  Now wait right there while I go get my camera!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343594433382869650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SihC01mKapI/AAAAAAAACjI/Pql8MOB6lSQ/s400/IMG_1906-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SihC1PYozYI/AAAAAAAACjY/ILTCptADCDU/s1600-h/IMG_1911-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343594440305462658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SihC1PYozYI/AAAAAAAACjY/ILTCptADCDU/s400/IMG_1911-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SihC1PPoTHI/AAAAAAAACjQ/b6cgOG4LOxc/s1600-h/IMG_1907-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343594440267680882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SihC1PPoTHI/AAAAAAAACjQ/b6cgOG4LOxc/s400/IMG_1907-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-7533828251682700797?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/7533828251682700797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=7533828251682700797' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/7533828251682700797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/7533828251682700797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-sure-is-quietgigglesthe-air-has.html' title='It&apos;s sure is quiet....giggles....the air has a nice baby fresh scent'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SihC01mKapI/AAAAAAAACjI/Pql8MOB6lSQ/s72-c/IMG_1906-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-5487154285727165072</id><published>2009-06-03T11:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:07:47.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="467" alt="sister and brother" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3410/3592788336_94f7e8a694_o.jpg" width="700" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-5487154285727165072?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/5487154285727165072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=5487154285727165072' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/5487154285727165072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/5487154285727165072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/06/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-843149178114556128</id><published>2009-06-02T12:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:42:12.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swingin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Her reward for doing so good with her pictures.  She wanted to swing so bad!  She kept telling me to push "HIGHER, HIGHER!"  This was the least I could do.  She really did model so good for her pics!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="355" alt="Swingin!" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2472/3589075421_f7c067f8a9_o.jpg" width="606" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-843149178114556128?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/843149178114556128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=843149178114556128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/843149178114556128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/843149178114556128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/06/swingin.html' title='Swingin!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-6007812837338330960</id><published>2009-06-01T16:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:44:42.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More of the Fabulous Four Year Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="641" alt="01" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3365/3587076508_e903c41103_o.jpg" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="11-" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3618/3587072594_f4048f4ca5.jpg" width="357" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="7-" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3609/3587072584_4ee08241e5.jpg" width="357" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="03-" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3587/3587072556_c131c32460.jpg" width="357" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="02-" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3415/3587072542_4ce8d56dca.jpg" width="357" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-6007812837338330960?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/6007812837338330960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=6007812837338330960' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/6007812837338330960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/6007812837338330960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-of-fabulous-four-year-old.html' title='More of the Fabulous Four Year Old!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3618/3587072594_f4048f4ca5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-5793203516955020761</id><published>2009-05-29T14:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:51:03.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brock the Rock turned three months last week.  Of course, the time has flown by.  I remember when I was getting up every two hours for the first couple of weeks of life and I couldn't even picture my little guy 3 months old.  He is just the BEST baby. He is so happy all the time.  He is very laid back and he just takes everything in.  He is already a big guy and his eating habit is just going to encourage is HUGENESS!  He is eating more and more all the time.  He gets cereal twice a day now with some fruit in it.  Within the next month we'll probably start some vegetables for lunch.  He sleeps pretty good at night going 9-11 hours and then takes a bottle and goes back down for another 4 hours!  He is taking great naps during the day too!  He such a smiler now.  Just look his way and he'll flash you a big grin.  His sister and brother are still infatuated with him.  Ella still tries to carry him around and now Ryder want to hold him all the time!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had to cut his hair.  He was growing a crazy comb-over!  So I posted some pics of it up in a mohawk.  His hair color is so much lighter since we cut off the comb-over.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, here is our little BOP!  As Ella would say "I just love him so much!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="700" alt="3 months" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3360/3576087563_fe722c6d27_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SiA5JXgr1EI/AAAAAAAACjA/qfM-4JRnowk/s1600-h/IMG_1647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341331991154119746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SiA5JXgr1EI/AAAAAAAACjA/qfM-4JRnowk/s400/IMG_1647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341331981344554034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SiA5Iy95vDI/AAAAAAAACio/wwnt8kv_c1A/s400/IMG_1870-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341331979426675970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SiA5Ir0pPQI/AAAAAAAACig/_7EDYXwYRrQ/s400/IMG_1871-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SiA5Iyc-LWI/AAAAAAAACiw/gPnxwGOmXBI/s1600-h/IMG_1874-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341331981206433122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SiA5Iyc-LWI/AAAAAAAACiw/gPnxwGOmXBI/s400/IMG_1874-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341331984992660546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SiA5JAjrbEI/AAAAAAAACi4/5ocz2vgihuI/s400/brock02-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-5793203516955020761?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/5793203516955020761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=5793203516955020761' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/5793203516955020761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/5793203516955020761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-months.html' title='3 months'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/SiA5JXgr1EI/AAAAAAAACjA/qfM-4JRnowk/s72-c/IMG_1647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-3107508179486084099</id><published>2009-05-27T21:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:09:28.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Header Info</title><content type='html'>Ok, so a lot of people have questioned me about my new header.  How did you do it? Was it hard?  Did you have help?  Well, I just thought I would tell you the story behind it.  Most saw my header before this one.  I was pregnant and holding Ry with Ella on my shoulders.  I needed to update it since the little Prince was now out of the belly!  So the other day I decided this was the day.  The sun was shining nice and bright so I knew I had good light!  I took the pic in front of our mirror in our entry way and just opened the front door for some light.  So now to the game plan.  I knew that once I had Brock in the sling and Ryder on my hip that I could not bend down to get Ella.  I would never have been able to stand back up.  So I opened the front door to meter my camera with the light.  Forgetting to shut it while I got Brock in the sling, Ryder sees an opening and he is gone.  Ella goes running after him.  As I notice that Ryder is out the door following by his sister yelling for him "GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!"  I go after him with Brock strapped to me.   Man, Ryder is a quick one.  He was down by the road and in a full run, laughing hysterically as I chase in down the street trying to hold Brock from swinging back and forth.  Oh and Ella is YELLING " Ryder PLEASE come back!"  I finally catch him.  Haul him back to the house.  I am way out of breath and sweating.  Lovely.  Ok, now lets take the pic.  I have Ryder on one side trying to wiggle free and I tell Ella to climb on the back of the couch so she can then climb on to my shoulders.  Poor little Brock was not sure what was going on.  So I have all the kids in place.  I have to act fast.  I don't know how long this &lt;em&gt;in shape body :) &lt;/em&gt;will hold all this weight.  Click, click.  Got some pics.  I didn't even care what their faces looked like.  We were at least all in the picture and I was still standing.  I guess the pic best represents my life right now!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-3107508179486084099?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/3107508179486084099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=3107508179486084099' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3107508179486084099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/3107508179486084099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/05/header-info.html' title='Header Info'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32790953.post-8807102774566455631</id><published>2009-05-27T17:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:47:37.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping Memorial Weekend</title><content type='html'>Well, we went camping at Boiling Springs this Memorial weekend. It was really nice to be just about 10 minutes from Woodward. Annie and I took the babies in to sleep at night so that was awesome!!! I enjoy being with the family but sleeping in tents and campers, not my favorite thing and I grew up going camping ALL the time! Other than the mosquito's trying to eat us alive we did have great weather. The kids had a blast. My dad even brought out the HUGE slide and the kids got to enjoy a few hours before the park ranger came and made us take it down! The park ranger was not the nicest guy. The grandparents even came up for the day on Saturday. Anyway, we also were able to take the kids up to the pool. This was the first weekend that it was open and it was COLD! Some of the bigger kids didn't mind it. Like Emily, that girl will swim in a pool of ice water and love it. I only had to go into the pool once to get Ella who had gotten a little too deep and could not touch and she did have on a life jacket. She just couldn't get back to the steps. Ryder was a little clingy. He wanted me or Jason all weekend. Ella cried a lot. What's new about that! And Brock was just the perfect baby as always! We also celebrated the three May birthdays. Emily turned 7, Ella 4, and Ben 2! Ella LOVES to get presents and you can see it in her face in the pics. I know that Labor Day camping will be much hotter so I really tried to enjoy the nice weather we had. Had lots of fun and made some fun memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Sh3EbhIGidI/AAAAAAAACiY/Ru4HytRgcLw/s1600-h/IMG_1750-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340640710159141330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Sh3EbhIGidI/AAAAAAAACiY/Ru4HytRgcLw/s400/IMG_1750-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340640276119752066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Sh3ECQNDDYI/AAAAAAAAChA/gSl1_l_ytAg/s400/IMG_1748-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340640281752014066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Sh3EClL4jPI/AAAAAAAAChI/zGNRQ8dvehU/s400/IMG_1752-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340640284134284946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Sh3ECuD3HpI/AAAAAAAAChQ/i3YVS90kvnY/s400/IMG_1755-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340640519197060258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Sh3EQZvMbKI/AAAAAAAACh4/ICeVjjyozCg/s400/IMG_1776-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys had a TV and satellite so they could watch the basketball games. They really had it rough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340640519559457154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Sh3EQbFmKYI/AAAAAAAACiA/054kMCMToM8/s400/IMG_1778-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340640292454972226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Sh3EDNDqu0I/AAAAAAAAChg/MZlh4l53q1o/s400/IMG_1762-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340640288685148690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Sh3EC_A3yhI/AAAAAAAAChY/t06LJNP4SZA/s400/IMG_1759-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340640508621058034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Sh3EPyVrb_I/AAAAAAAACho/VDtQdvOkgFc/s400/IMG_1765-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340640514063584210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Sh3EQGnRy9I/AAAAAAAAChw/NS1mR4ej8Dk/s400/IMG_1774-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340640521028312738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Sh3EQgjzHqI/AAAAAAAACiI/rsBpA2-uFZk/s400/IMG_1786-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Sh3EbvhomFI/AAAAAAAACiQ/x7Bsw2Z3K0U/s1600-h/IMG_1797-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340640714024327250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Sh3EbvhomFI/AAAAAAAACiQ/x7Bsw2Z3K0U/s400/IMG_1797-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Sh3EQgjzHqI/AAAAAAAACiI/rsBpA2-uFZk/s1600-h/IMG_1786-.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32790953-8807102774566455631?l=katiekarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/feeds/8807102774566455631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32790953&amp;postID=8807102774566455631' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/8807102774566455631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32790953/posts/default/8807102774566455631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiekarn.blogspot.com/2009/05/camping-memorial-weekend.html' title='Camping Memorial Weekend'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10443511865170780092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/ScLzPGmw3_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/mZ8i9Sq4ALw/S220/041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52YcQ3GPXMw/Sh3EbhIGidI/AAAAAAAACiY/Ru4HytRgcLw/s72-c/IMG_1750-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
